Burning Passion: Love Never Die

“I’m wondering the same thing.” Debbie smiled bitterly.

When she heard Debbie’s first words, Megan accidentally poured hot water on her hand. Carlos asked the waiter to get some ointment for her, but that was it. He didn’t do anything else.

As Debbie’s words turned harsher, Megan stared at the man next to her, a wronged expression on her face. Since he was within earshot, she believed he had heard every single word Debbie had said. However, there was no response from him. His face remained blank. Silently, Megan worked on her emotion. Soon, a single tear rolled down her cheek.

Carlos didn’t notice it, though. The boy did. He was talking about something, but stopped immediately and asked, “Megan, what’s wrong? Why are you crying? Is it something I said? I’m so sorry.”

In a fluster, Megan grabbed a tissue from the table and wiped her eyes carefully.

“No, it’s not. It’s nothing. I’m fine,” she said.

It was only then that Carlos realized that Megan was crying. He frowned and handed her a napkin.

again!” he said to

was the same age as Megan and he was visibly terrified

beginning. Carlos’ order made

then nodded

Megan, I’m s-sorry for

he managed to stutter those

in a Low voice, “Uncle Carlos,

mad at Jake when I brought

sounded sadder and more desperate as she

hear her crying. When she turned to look at her,

holding her in his arms.

health. Crying will only make it