Burning Passion: Love Never Die

Please show her the way to the reception room.”

“Understood, Miranda.”

At the reception room

There was a woman sporting a Light-purple dress, leaning into the window, and overlooking the city, bustling with activity.

As soon as she heard the sound coming from a pair of high heels approaching, she turned around to check who it was. At that moment, the door suddenly flung open and Miranda entered the room, a woman she hadn’t seen for the past three years.

Wearing a creamy white office suit, there she was, standing by the doorway. Soon enough, their eyes met. The businesswoman looked as composed just as she would always be while Debbie, on the other hand, became a bit more mature than she was in the past, with a tinge of a forbidding look in her eyes. That being said, the moment she laid her eyes on Miranda, the expression she was wearing instantly eased up and she greeted her, “Aunt Miranda…”

her gaze away

well what she had meant by that. With a deep

here to talk about the matters

door flung open again all of a sudden. The secretary stepped into the room carrying a cup of coffee. Upon placing it on the table in front of Miranda, she left without saying a

sip from the cup of coffee, Miranda asked casually, “What does your situation

memory loss and

on her face, Miranda looked

her, she replied, “I thought I already told you to stop calling me Aunt Miranda. Let me remind you that we’re not that close. When you left Alorith three years

you ashamed of

had thought long and hard about how Miranda

York. But she never would’ve imagined that she would receive such a cold and unpleasant response from the older Lady, knowing that she used to

that reason, Debbie was so down in the dumps. Taking in another deep breath, she tried her best to hold everything, every bitter feeling,

you might be taking this the wrong way. But I promise that I can explain myself for the