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?”

Lips helplessly. ‘How

E L A ‘s L I B R A R

put the things

just outside the room, Debbie stood there blankly, wondering what to do. After a while, she decided to keep her mind busy but soon she realized that there were no ingredients at home to

the closed bedroom door, Debbie grabbed her purse and went downstairs again. She went to

cause

on his shirt to help with the pain, as beads of sweat trickled down his face. The bed sheet was already

Carlos was squatting next to Decker, carefully stitching his wound. She quietly walked to Carlos’ side to have

to see the deep wounds on Decker’s waist. One of them looked

had almost

were done neatly and meticulously, as if it were done by a

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

now, after watching the way Carlos sutured Decker’s wounds,