Burning Passion: Love Never Die

Decker growled angrily.

Debbie looked at him, tears springing to her eyes. She couldn’t believe what she had just heard. This was the first time her brother took her side and stood up to defend her.

With deadpan face, Carlos threatened, “Shut your mouth if you want to live.”

Decker tried to retort, but Carlos pulled out a cotton bud and pressed it to his bleeding wound. In an instant, his whole face contorted in pain, and he forced his lips into a line.

Debbie’s voice trembled as she Looked at Carlos and said, “You… What are you going to do?”

Carlos shot her a quick glance.

“What do you think?”

helplessly. ‘How

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put the things away on the bedside

a while, she decided to keep her mind busy but soon she realized that there were no

the closed bedroom door, Debbie grabbed her purse and went downstairs again. She went to a convenience store and bought instant noodles, sandwiches and a few

avoid anything that could cause inflammations. After preparing a simple dinner for her and Carlos, she went

with the pain, as beads of sweat trickled down his face. The bed sheet was already half-stained

to her surprise, Carlos was squatting next to Decker, carefully stitching his wound. She

deep wounds on Decker’s waist. One of them

had almost finished suturing

meticulously, as

talents that she didn’t even know about. They were all shrouded in mystery and one could never tell what they were capable of. She assumed Decker knew how to stitch up his wounds since he was the one who asked her

watching the way Carlos sutured Decker’s wounds,