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

car, “You blew the smoke in my face as

If you hate me, just tell me.

her silently while she threw her tantrum. The Longer he Looked at her, the cuter he found

beautiful normally, he hadn’t

loveliness to a whole new

to talk to me, do you? Okay, then get out

Manipulation?”

sneered, “See? You’re interested as soon as I bring her up. I can’t stand it anymore. Give

the ring Carlos was wearing. He grabbed her hands and said,

problem with that?” Debbie glared at

say you couldn’t stand it anymore? Stand