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

didn’t

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

bed and sat at the computer. That was when the

Group, Mr. Carlos, is present at the fashion show.” Instantly she

TV, an international fashion show was being

cameras were on Carlos, the grim-looking, well-dressed

white stilettos. Arm in arm, they

couldn’t help but move

no mistaking the woman

ever proud and aloof woman enjoyed the envious gazes from everywhere,

Debbie wanted to smash

low profile? Didn’t he say he never allowed the media to take pictures of him? Then what the