Burning Passion: Love Never Die

“What you saw is real. I like him.”

Gail covered her mouth in shock.

“You’re a married woman. How can you still like Carlos? Debbie, you are cheating on your husband!” she accused.

Debbie cast a burning glance at her and snapped back, “Don’t talk nonsense! I Like him, but we didn’t do anything unethical.”

“Bullshit! I don’t believe a word of what you’re saying!”

“Whatever. I don’t care. It’s my turn now. Who’s my mom?”

“I don’t know…”

Debbie bombarded Gail with more questions, but all she received in response was Gail shaking her head with a confused look. Debbie could tell that Gail was being honest in her denial, so she let her go this time.

Matan was waiting for her with the BMW car. Debbie got in the back seat and lost herself in her reflections.

“Should I tell Carlos everything and ask for his help?

But I’m not mentally prepared yet. Carlos, of course, is a powerful man and I believe he’ll be able to find out everything-who is my mom, why did she leave me and dad…

I’m so scared to find out the truth. What if I’m unable to accept it?”

When she arrived at the villa, she didn’t enter the house. Instead, she stood in the snow outside, her brain stuffed with her mother and brother. NôvelDrama.Org owns © this.

Her father hadn’t told her anything about her mother even before his death. Obviously, he didn’t want Debbie to look for her.

ALL he had told her was her brother’s name. But that wasn’t going to be of much help in finding him, as there could be a million people with that name. What was more, it was highly Likely that her grandfather had already changed her brother’s name. Maybe her brother didn’t even know his family name was Nelson

Not until the headlight of an automobile lit up the place she was standing in did she come to herself. She raised her head and saw

Carlos’ Emperor car approaching.

The car pulled over and Carlos got out. He was wearing a black knee-length cashmere coat and a pair of black leather shoes. She could hear the snow creak beneath his shoes, but somehow, didn’t feel cold.

His handsome face and perfect body shape drew all of Debbie’s attention as he approached her. ‘Wow, he is a sight to behold!’ she praised him in her mind.

Standing before Debbie, he grabbed her hands, pulled her into his arms and chided her, “It’s freezing outside. Why didn’t you go into the house?”

He frowned as he felt that her hands were as cold as ice. He unbuttoned his coat, laid her hands on his warm waist, and wrapped her with his coat.

The couple stood in the snow. They were so close that Debbie could even hear his strong heartbeat.

“Carlos,” she murmured.

“Uh-huh?”

“Have I ever told you one thing?”