Burning Passion: Love Never Die

Watching him Leave, Debbie was relieved. She visibly relaxed, taking a deep breath and untensing her shoulders.

She whispered to Emmett, “Did I say anything wrong?”

Emmett smiled, “No, Mrs. Hilton, you were great. Relax.” At that point,

Emmett understood why Carlos wasn’t worried to let Debbie come to the party on his behalf.

She might not be adept at flattery or socializing, but she was confident and looked even more amazing after the makeover. She was definitely cut out for the job.

With Carlos’ effort, she had changed into a different person inside a matter of months. Several months ago, she had been a hot-tempered, reckless troublemaker, who got into a fight now and then. For this reason or that, she went to the dean’s office at least twice a month.

Her grades were always the worst in the class.

she even seemed tender. In her spare time, she practiced dance, yoga, flower arrangement, piano, and art, specializing in pen and ink. Debbie hadn’t picked a fight or gone to the

but the ones who hadn’t seen her for

this was how a girl should be: not too gentle, not too tough, not too

changed a lot

more terrifying than ever. His rage was a fire that burned you

mood, he

The two

a while, a waiter came by and said, “Mrs. Hilton, there are some snacks in the refreshments section. I hope you get a chance to try

looked at Emmett in confusion. He reassured her, “Carlos arranged that. He asked a dessert bar to work together with the hotel to

over

he’s out of

to the refreshments section. On the way, she was shocked to see some familiar faces. It was Gail, along with Olga.