Burning Passion: Love Never Die

Carlos, please have a bite of this meat,” Megan said as she picked up a slice of roasted meat and put it on a clean plate. Then, she asked the housemaid to carry it to Carlos.

Debbie felt gloomy. ‘Can’t you just eat quietly? Why all the drama?

Maybe Carlos should enroll you in a drama academy since you’re so talented at acting. You’ll surely be an A-list actress, Megan!’ she thought angrily.

As soon as the housemaid put the plate in front of Carlos, Debbie thrust her chopsticks in to pick up the slice of roasted meat. Shaking the meat in front of the angry Megan, she said in a naughty tone, “Oh,

I’m sorry. You know, your uncle Carlos is a germophobe. You touched the meat with your chopsticks, so he won’t eat it. I’d better eat it instead.”

Before stuffing the meat into her mouth, she looked at the meat while adding, “But…do you have… Are you healthy?” She managed to swallow the words “infectious disease” before she said them out loud. That would have been blatant, and Debbie was too clever for that. She wanted her attack to be well-planned, well-timed, and well-executed, and being too brazen would have knocked all that off kilter. She tried not to smile while chewing her food. That would have given her away.

Exasperated, Megan began to breathe faster. Short of breath, she stuttered, “Aunt Debbie, what are you… talking about… I… I…”

asthma attack always came at the best times. Debbie’s plan had hit a snag, instead of staking her

Seeing Megan struggling for breath, Valerie immediately gestured to a housemaid, instructing her to take care of Megan. In the meantime, she cast a stern glance at Debbie. Of course,

started it?’ Unconvinced,

focused on

steward came into the dining room, he ordered,

steward answered and

cabbage in Debbie’s bowl and looked

too. If you play favorites, you’ll hurt Debbie’s heart. As time goes by, she may develop

“A great-grandmother?

with hatred, while the latter blinked her innocent eyes at her. Debbie didn’t expect Carlos to mention having a

her in a hushed voice. He

the table,