Burning Passion: Love Never Die

“Was there a reason why you called me?”

“Yes.” Again, a single-word answer. Debbie cursed him a hundred times in her head.

“And? What was it?” she asked, trying to be patient. She was expecting a sweet response despite knowing that she might not get any.

“I wanted to know if you were okay.”

That was it! That was all she needed to hear–to know that he cared.

Her eyes reddened as she read his message.

“I…I’m not okay.” She missed him beyond what words could express. She missed his voice, his hugs, his tenderness.

Carlos might not have been too busy because he replied very quickly,

“I’m relieved.”

A hundred question marks flashed across Debbie’s mind.

‘He’s relieved to know that I’m not okay? What does he mean?

Is he happy that I’m unhappy?! Why does he hate me so much?’ Text content © NôvelDrama.Org.

She was too angry to continue talking to him, but what he had said lingered on, bothering her immensely. The more she thought about it, the angrier it made her.

“I hope you have a good time in Alorith,

Carlos.”

“Okay.

“ Debbie’s eyebrows furrowed while a thousand angry exclamation marks jumped around her head. ‘Aargh! This man is so irritating! ‘

It had been overcast for many days in a row. The next day, the sky finally cleared up.

Gus sat alone, enjoying the sun. Gail was helping an old lady pick out some tea Leaves. Others were playing “Drop the Handkerchief” with the children. Jared was one of them. Since he was so tall, it was funny to see him running among the kids. When he started running around the circle, it set everybody off.

The children laughed while shouting, “Jared, tag Debbie! We want to see

Debbie catch you.”

The kids knew how fast Debbie could run. Many of them even ran with

Debbie around the village in the mornings

Jared refused as he panted, “You’re so mean. I won’t tag Debbie. I’ll tag you.”

When he dropped the handkerchief, the kids screamed, “Aaah! Debbie