Burning Passion: Love Never Die

At the other end of the line, Debbie recognized the girl’s voice. She smiled bitterly and said, “Put my husband on the phone.”

Megan had been nervous the whole afternoon, worrying that she would be held responsible if Debbie was dead. Now that she heard Debbie’s voice, she heaved a sigh of relief. ‘Thank God. She’s not dead.’

“Uncle Carlos doesn’t want to talk to you right now.” Megan Lowered her tone to a whisper. As far away as Carlos was, he was definitely out of earshot. The whisper was a voice that only she and Debbie could hear.

The girl glanced around warily.

But Debbie wasn’t happy. ‘Doesn’t want to talk to me? Who’s this bitch to decide whom he talks to?!’ “Put him on the phone!” Debbie demanded, balling her hands into fists. If Megan were standing in front of her right now, she would put one of those fists to good use-punching her in the face.

“Uncle Carlos is in a bad mood. He really doesn’t want to talk to you.

It took hours for me to make him smile even a little. Just leave him alone. Moreover, Uncle Carlos told me to answer the call for him. He even told me how to unlock his phone. Just go away.”

unlock his phone?” Debbie doubted what

Megan said was suspect at

to get into Carlos‘ phone-Debbie’s birthday. She’d set it only a few days ago. Now, she had to believe Megan was telling the truth. Heartbroken, she hung

just begun. Still holding the phone to her ear, she pushed open the door to the private booth and said in a persuasive tone, “Aunt Debbie, hang on. Why don’t you tell Uncle Carlos that yourself? Hello? Aunt

heard Megan’s words. Megan showed him the conversation log while

Debbie called from an unknown number. I thought

to be Aunt Debbie. She asked me to

at the number silently for a long moment before he called Debbie, but he didn’t

dialed the

“Hello?”

Nelson?” Carlos asked

mean the young girl who borrowed my phone?