Burning Passion: Love Never Die

“You’re a grown woman. You should take your own responsibility when there’s a problem instead of blaming others, understand?”

Apparently pissed off, Debbie laughed sarcastically. Grabbing the pillow from behind her back, she threw it at Carlos angrily.

“To hell with your ‘blaming others’! Get out of my sight! I don’t ever want to see you again! Ever!”

Unflappable, Carlos didn’t duck. The pillow softly hit him.

“Get some rest.” With those three words, he picked the pillow up, tossed it on the sofa, and left.

Left alone, Debbie’s eyes reddened. One of the most enjoyable feelings she had with Carlos was his constant reassurances. It was a priceless part of the relationship. Made her feel like a princess. But when he ignored her, it made her feel Like a weed in his backyard. Something which he didn’t give a damn about and could as well be trampled under feet.

Her phone had been destroyed in the accident, so when Debbie was left alone in the ward, she had nothing to do but aimlessly switch between

she didn’t find

finally got bored with the telly, and Carlos had been gone for more than one hour, she decided to get out of bed to play

on, she heavy-heartedly dragged herself out of bed and sat at the computer. That

is present at the fashion show.” Instantly she turned

Alorith Fashion Satellite TV, an international fashion show was

Carlos, the grim-looking, well-dressed

cloud dress and white stilettos. Arm in

this, Debbie couldn’t help but move closer to the

mistaking

the envious gazes from everywhere, obvious excitement written all over her

her hands tightly, Debbie wanted to

he never allowed the media to take pictures of him? Then what the hell is this?! Everything he