Burning Passion: Love Never Die

Excitement sparked in the older woman’s eyes. She took Debbie’s suitcase and replied, “I’m Ethel Hill. Carlos hired me to take care of you.”

“Oh, thank you, Ethel.”

The elevator took her and Ethel to the sixth floor. There were two apartments on this floor. Brass characters bolted into the door read

“601.”

The apartment was huge, at Least 200 square meters. Debbie marveled at its simple yet sumptuous decor. There was a leather couch in one corner, and a white fabric one in the other. A glass end table held an ornate lamp, while a coffee table, also with a glass top, stood in front of the Leather couch. There were little cubbies to store things like shoes and such, and a Large flat-screen TV hung from a fixture on the wall. She had a corner space, and the fishbowl windows offered her an amazing view of the city. And that was just the living room.

‘Money has its rewards, ‘ she exclaimed inwardly

Ethel told Debbie that since she loved traveling, Carlos had a camera outfitted for her. She didn’t have to go to university right away. The driver and bodyguards could take her sightseeing for a couple days. The more Ethel talked, the happier Debbie got. She could get used to this

Real used to it.

her a local tour guide. If she didn’t want a stranger’s company, she could go to the tourist attractions without him. But wherever she went, so did the bodyguards. Carlos wasn’t willing to

time. Assuming she’d be exhausted, she spent the first day

a picture of her food and sent it

Handsome, the French fries

a taste,” she said

the draft, she discarded

been a secret, she had never displayed her Love for

thought, why not? So

Moments on WeChat instead.

restaurant are amazing. I’m waiting for you to come

the picture she had taken. She also sent her location along with