Burning Passion: Love Never Die

Chapter: 190

However, when she kissed Carlos on the cheek, he gently pushed her away, walked to the night stand and dialed the receptionist’s number.

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Before he got a definite positive response, he hung up the phone hastily.

Debbie was startled.

“Really? That’s how he usually asks people to do him a favor? I don’t think he’s going to get that med kit anytime soon,

* she thought to herself.

However, within three minutes, the doorbell rang. Debbie ran to open the door, and saw an employee of the hotel standing outside with a med kit in her hands.

“Thank you so much,” she thanked her politely and took over the kit.

“You’re welcome, miss.”

After closing the door behind her, Debbie walked up to Carlos and gave him the kit. He opened it, took out some Q-tips and a bottle of antiseptic solution before leading Debbie to a chair.

“Sit. I’ll clean your wound,” he offered gently.

“Really? Have you been trained in treating wounds?” she asked in utter disbelief.

He rolled his eyes and answered coldly, “I’ve served in the special force before. Cleaning wounds is a piece of cake to me. It’s one of the most necessary skills we must learn.”

“You’ve really served in the army before!” she exclaimed. Last time, she could tell from his standing position that he must have been trained for combat before. But she didn’t expect him to have served in the special force. Her thoughts ran wild.

“Then why did you quit the army and become a CEO? Did you not like serving in the army?” she asked in confusion.

She really wished to see him in the military uniform. He’d be so handsome in it.

“It’s a long story. I’ll narrate it to you some other time.” He unscrewed the lid, dipped a Q-tip into the solution and began to clean her wound gently.

A sharp intake of breath was heard. It was a kind of cheap solution, and gave her wound a stinging sensation. She surely seemed to be in excruciating pain. Every time he cleaned the wound with the Q- tip, she winced in pain. But still, she was much stronger than other girls in resisting pain. Other girls would have already cried in pain if they were in Debbie’s shoes.

Carlos paused upon hearing her intake of breath. He was used to this kind of solution, but he forgot that Debbie was a girl and the pain might seem unbearable to her. His face softened as he said, “Sorry, I forgot to remind you that the solution might sting. I’ll be quick. Just hold on.” Then he continued to clean her wound again.

“It’s okay. I can handle it.” If Kasie and Kristina were here, they would lecture Debbie about the way she acted before Carlos earlier.

Other girls would certainly pretend that it was very painful and even shed tears to draw his attention.

Debbie, however, acted bravely. She pretended as if it didn’t hurt at all, and stubbornly refused to Let him know the intensity of pain she was facing.

She fixed her eyes upon the man who was focused on cleaning her wound.

After a while, she couldn’t resist her urge and asked, “Carlos, why did you come to me today?”

Ignoring her question, he took out a band-aid and was about to apply it over her wound.