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.

as a pleasant

he said, “I’m taking you to watch a Live show-a

that Carlos would let

to Thailand on a holiday with her

shows on the itinerary. Disgusted and terrified by the show, 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,

sure that every one of his punishments was harsh and effective to the people who

his own wife, wouldn’t be spared. He was a cold

tender, flavorful fish tasted incredibly

any way that you would let this

her a glance as he picked out the

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