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!”

his anxiety only grew worse. Carlos said calmly, “Ask her if she had a good time smashing things. If one set is

He couldn’t even find

“Yes, Carlos,”

Tristan answered respectfully.

to Carlos, Portia Listened carefully to the conversation on the phone. She couldn’t hear anything from the other end of the line, but

this “her”?

pulled a lot of strings to get her this opportunity to attend this fashion show as Carlos’ date. And since the chance was here, she had

Carlos hung up the phone, she asked in affected confusion and

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

set into Debbie’s ward, just as Carlos had

this supposed to mean? You don’t have time for me, do you? What do you want

soon as the last bottle of IV fluid ran out, Debbie immediately asked the nurses to pull