Burning Passion: Love Never Die

“Never mind. I don’t have a pen or paper. Thank you, Mr. Carlos.”

Carlos raised his eyebrows and released Debbie. He motioned the security guard to bring him some paper and a pen.

Then Carlos wrote, “Happy birthday! —Carlos Hilton.”

The driver was moved. While Carlos was writing, he took out his old phone and snapped a pic.

Carlos saw that, but he decided not to take it seriously. He was a fan, after all. What was the harm?

After handing the paper to the driver, he put his arm around Debbie’s waist and walked back to the Emperor with her.

“Thank you, Mr. Carlos! Bye, Mr. Carlos!” the driver said. He watched the car drive into the manor. When the car couldn’t be seen anymore, he spent a few minutes standing there to admire the grand house. There was a lot of square footage to be impressed with. He drank it all in with his eyes.

Inside the manor

“You blew the smoke in my

you thinking? If you hate me, just tell

against the seat and looked at her silently while she threw her tantrum. The Longer

was beautiful normally, he hadn’t seen

her loveliness to a whole new

to talk to me, do you? Okay, then get out and go back to your precious Queen of

of Manipulation?”

I can’t stand

wearing. He grabbed her hands and said, “You’re not getting this back. You

Got a problem with that?” Debbie glared at

say you couldn’t