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!”

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

couldn’t even find the

“Yes, Carlos,”

Tristan answered respectfully.

anything from the other

this “her”?

her this opportunity to attend this fashion show as Carlos’ date. And since the chance was

hung up the phone, she asked in affected

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 if

in the hospital, Tristan moved another TV set into Debbie’s

don’t have time for me, do you? What

of IV fluid ran out, Debbie immediately asked the nurses to pull out the