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.

arrangement, piano, and art, specializing in pen and ink. Debbie

to her might not see these changes, for they were gradual, but the ones who hadn’t seen her for a while could sense them

how a girl should be: not too gentle, not too

changed a

fury was more terrifying than ever. His rage was a

in a good mood, he would talk more and

in both of them. The two had affected each other in ways he hadn’t dreamed

“Mrs. Hilton, there are some snacks in the refreshments section. I hope you get a chance

looked at Emmett in confusion. He reassured her, “Carlos arranged that. He asked

smile of happiness crept over Debbie’s face, brightening

thinks of me even when he’s out of

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