Burning Passion: Love Never Die

Each time someone approched Carlos to talk business, he would refuse them saying that it was his private time. He enjoyed spending time bantering with his dear wife. That was far more interesting than any business deal.

Looking at a men’s watch in one of the counters, Debbie faked a smile and whispered between gritted teeth, “Carlos, don’t think that I’ve forgiven you yet. It’s not that simple.” Meanwhile, she was battling with herself, ‘Should I buy a watch for Carlos? But these are so expensive…’

Carlos had gotten addicted to showing off their Love in public. Even though there were people watching them, he still intimately rested his lips on Debbie’s earlobe and whispered, “You won’t forgive me? That’s not what you said in bed last night. Don’t you remember how you begged me to spare you? Who was apologizing to whom?”

Debbie was embarrassed into silence. Thanks to Carlos, some x-rated scenes flashed through her mind, making her blush bright red. In a huff, she silently tried to pinch him, but to no avail. The man was so slender that there was nowhere to pinch, only solid muscle. Frustrated,

Debbie faked a smile and warned him, “Get your hand off me, or I’ll give you hell!”

In contrast to her anger and frustration, he felt really good after finally going public with his wife’s identity. He’d been waiting for this moment for months. He’d wanted to do it long before, but Debbie didn’t want all the paparazzi following her every move. She didn’t want to worry about going out in public, or attending school. She didn’t want to worry who was pretending to be her friend only trying to get close to Carlos and his money. For every piece of jewelry or watch that

Debbie had looked at with keen interest, he would secretly signal his assistant, instructing him to buy and pack up the item. In the meantime, he kept bantering with his wife.

let go if you kiss me,”

to contain her anger. She felt like a pot about to boil over, and

kept the feigned smile on her face and muttered between gritted teeth, “Carlos, I’m serious. Let go of me now. My foot hurts. Do you want a high heel in the face? Imagine what a scar might do to your popularity with

she said sank in, Carlos frowned and loosened his grip. The next second, he squatted down in front of her and asked

“Which foot?”

wife is hurting. Who cares about everyone else?’ he thought, not in the mood to carry

In the process, he kept his back straight. It wasn’t

sudden gesture startled Debbie. She hastily tried to pull

here.

a sigh of relief. Yet he scooped her up all of a

strode towards the lounge, carrying Debbie in his arms. No one expected the

the crowd’s reactions. When she saw some of