Burning Passion: Love Never Die

He turned around and stretched out his right hand, saying, “Be careful.”

In a long, light tan overcoat, also wearing sunglasses, Debbie took his hand and smiled, “You’re being overcautious. I’m wearing sneakers, so I won’t fall.”

Carlos returned her a tender smile. Straight out of the car, they sauntered into the waiting room arm in arm.

As they waited, Debbie was on the lookout, keenly observing every woman of about fifty and above. Fidgeting, she wondered if Carlos’ mother looked her age, or if she was one of those few who retained youthful looks even in old age. Luckily, before Long, a middle-aged woman in a limited edition Giorgio Armani white mink walked out of the VIP passage, accompanied by two bodyguards.

“There’s Mom,” said Carlos. Debbie had butterflies in her stomach.

As Carlos walked over for a hug, Debbie watched from aside. The woman too was wearing trendy sunglasses and carried herself with grace that spoke for her blue blood.

‘Is that his mom? She looks amazing.‘ From the way she talked to

see a gentle, caring mom that

greetings, they hugged again before Carlos turned around

girl behind him, so she took off her sunglasses and beamed, “Son,

pulled her beside him and proudly announced, “Mom, this is Debbie Nelson. We’re

the smile on Tabitha’s face.

noticing the change of the woman’s facial expression, Debbie greeted, “Mom, I’m Debbie. Glad to meet

put on

Debbie, you’re beautiful. My son

Debbie blushed, her nervousness obviously showing on the

is not a place to talk. Let’s get

was in the city. Although they had made their appearances at the airport for only a few minutes, by now, a lot of people in the hall

and intended to get in so that Carlos