Burning Passion: Love Never Die

At Eastern Coastal Apartments

Blair watched as her phone rang again and again. She was fighting the urge to answer it.

She couldn’t help but think of the woman on Wesley’s phone. He didn’t like to let others use his stuff. Apparently, the woman was close to him. What was more, the woman threatened her!

*so, is it true?’ she wondered. ‘Are they getting engaged? Even if it isn’t true, she’s still close to him.’

Blair stared at her phone for the hundredth time today. It sat on the desk not far away, while she idly doodled on her notebook. She was in no mood to work.

on the way. I

stood up, walked toward the window and opened it. A gust of cold wind blew

Outside, a bitter east wind was accompanied

holiday, and pedestrians and cars were out in force. The moment the snowflakes Landed on the ground, they melted. So at least

that, she cleared the table and washed the dishes, drying them and putting

Angela’s Library

was better than going out in the streets and turning into a snowman. So she did just that, thumbing through the

boredom gave way to sleepiness,

past midnight, someone opened her bedroom door, which jarred her awake. Freaked out, she sat up in bed and her hand shot to

Wesley standing at the door, staring at her with his usual deadpan

this was all a dream. It took her a couple of

heaved a sigh of relief when he

pull her into his arms

Askor, visiting your family,” Blair said. Her