Burning Passion: Love Never Die

“Hi, Little Pepper, where’s Carlos?” Niles asked, gasping for air.

Debbie pointed at the bedroom door with her finger. Niles quickly took off his leather shoes, and rushed to the bedroom without even changing into slippers.

Niles heaved a deep sigh of relief upon seeing Carlos sitting there, safe and sound.

“Hey, man. You look all right. I thought you were hurt.”

“Cut the crap and take it from here.” Carlos felt at ease and immediately stopped stitching the moment he saw that the man, who was more capable of fixing up people’s wounds, had arrived.

Niles took a glimpse at the patient on the bed. Having realized that he wasn’t acquainted to him, he turned to look at Debbie and asked, “Who is he?”

Niles grabbed the suture kit from Carlos’ hand and continued from where he had stopped.

even faster than Carlos’. After all, he was the

was his

N G E L A ‘s

Debbie answered, “I don’t know

good-for-nothing creep. But what he did

doubted that she had mistaken him for someone else. She never knew

speechless. He then turned to

Carlos shook his head.

at Decker, his mouth agape. He gave him a thumbs-up and without wasting any more time, he continued to stitch the

washing his hands, Carlos asked

arm and pointed to the direction

grabbed hold of

“Let’s eat together.”