Burning Passion: Love Never Die

“Yes! Cross my heart!” Debbie promised, patting her chest.

Carlos picked her up after school. They went to a hotel for dinner.

That evening, she was unusually sweet to him. During dinner, she asked him about his day and showed concern about the recovery of his wound.

She picked up his food for him, and she even massaged Carlos’ back diligently even though he told her there was no need for it.

When they both finally sat down to eat, Carlos put some boneless fish on her plate and said, “There’s no use sucking up to me. I stilt remember that you were late for class today.”

She squirmed in her seat. That really brought her spirits down.

Head bowed, Debbie poked the fish with her chopsticks with a frown on her face. Then she said with a sigh, “No horror movies and no martyrs’ cemetery, okay?”

“Okay,” Carlos agreed readily.

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fish, he said, “I’m taking you to watch a Live show-a person making out

scene before. There was no way in hell that Carlos would let her go with just making her watch the show. Her Legs started trembling as memories of the previous incident emerged in her

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she had hidden behind a column and played with her phone during the duration of the entire show. When she raised her head towards the end of the show, she saw Jared making out with the snake. She was so frightened

point, Debbie already knew that Carlos made sure that every one of his punishments was harsh and

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