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 one set

was livid. He couldn’t

“Yes, Carlos,”

Tristan answered respectfully.

anything from the other end of the line, but she got every

“her”? Is

And since the chance was here, she had decided to

the phone, she asked in

responded coldly, without even the courtesy of looking at her, “Nothing happened.” In an instant, it all began to sound as if

set into Debbie’s ward, just as Carlos had ordered. This infuriated

don’t have time for me, do you? What do you want me to

IV fluid ran out, Debbie