Burning Passion: Love Never Die

Damon drew a tile and chipped in sullenly, “It’s not like Carlos is short of money. No! That’s ridiculous. I suspect, the person driving him hard is his wife. You know how demanding some ladies can be.” The tongue-in-cheek way he phrased his words left everyone in stitches. But

Damon ignored the giggles and carried on.

“Only she can throw him into a vortex of emotions.”

Although Damon was known for his wise cracks, Curtis took him seriously on what he had just said. He discarded two dots and with a curious gaze at Carlos, inquired, “What did Debbie do to get on your nerves this time?”

Carlos took a puff on his cigarette and blew the smoke forcefully, betraying his inner tension. Amid the fumes, he opened his mouth as if to say something, but no words escaped his mouth

Noticing that mood around the place, Megan, somewhat embarrassed, excused herself.

“Uncle Carlos, maybe I should go home. You have fun with your friends,” she said in a shaky voice

on Debbie’s side. It looks like that woman is taking my place in

cursed inside and was about to leave, Carlos ordered her to sit down. Without

for seven days, and now she knows that I brought Megan with me to this place. I don’t believe she will take it

I care, I’d silently standby and watch her level this booth to the ground,

started to kick the door of

he murmured, fearing Debbie had indeed come to fulfill his silent wishes. But when the door finally burst open, a group

“Policemen?” Colleen wondered loudly.

a second at the commotion.

arrival was casually ignored raised his gun and shouted, “Police! Stop what

mahjong players

who was wearing casual clothes. Then

you has the surname Hilton?” the young policeman