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 from her walking

full well what she had meant by that. With a deep breath, she went

Miranda, I came here to talk about the matters regarding

coffee. Upon placing it on the table in front of Miranda, she left without saying

the cup of coffee, Miranda asked casually,

on this, Aunt Miranda. Carlos is suffering from memory loss and James is doing everything in his power to oppose

expression on her face,

that close. When you left Alorith three years ago, you left without even saying

aren’t you ashamed of

remarks cut Debbie’s heart just like a knife. She had thought long and hard about how Miranda might treat

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

reason, Debbie was so down in the dumps. Taking in another deep breath, she tried her best

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