Burning Passion: Love Never Die

In a short while, still on the set at the fashion show, Carlos got a call from Tristan not long after he had sat down.

“Carlos, Debbie…”

“What’s wrong?” a panicky Carlos asked. Although he tried as much as he could to remain calm, the anxiety was detectable in his tone.

“Debbie smashed the TV.”

“Why? What happened?”

Regretting having come here, Tristan turned to Debbie, who had wrapped herself in the covers in bed. Disturbed, he tapped his middle finger at the side of his forehead, now sinking deeper into thoughts. Why did he have to walk into the ward just when Debbie was about to smash the TV?

Now he had to be the one telling his boss what she was up to. While he fumbled for words, Debbie shouted in the background, “Well, do you ever get tired of fooling around with all kinds of women? Aren’t you such an amorous wild flower that entertains anything and everything, from poisonous bees to deadly butterflies? You philandering, thoughtless scumbag!”

she had a good time smashing things. If one set is not enough, give her more sets to smash.” It had

livid. He couldn’t even find the right

“Yes, Carlos,”

Tristan answered respectfully.

conversation on the phone. She couldn’t hear anything from the other end

is this “her”?

date. And since the chance was

in affected confusion and

Carlos simply put away the phone and responded coldly, without even the courtesy of looking at her, “Nothing happened.” In an instant, it all began to sound as

Tristan moved another TV set into Debbie’s ward, just as Carlos

have time for me, do you? What do you want

IV fluid ran out, Debbie immediately asked the nurses