Burning Passion: Love Never Die

“What’s her family like?” a gossipy girl asked.

“So many posh cars came to pick her up. She must be rich.”

Gail cleared her throat and acted sad.

“Actually, she is from a poor family. She had a tough childhood. Her parents got divorced when she was little and her dad died later.”

Gail’s words at once denied the theory that Debbie was from a rich family.

However, they saw that Debbie was living an extravagant life. They wondered where her money came from. Another theory popped up into everyone’s head. Yet, no one dared to say it since her good friend,

Jared, was among them.

But he could sense what they were thinking. His good mood disappeared in an instant. He started yelling, “You bunch of pathetic nosy idiots!

Debbie may be rich or poor, but what does it have to do with you?

Debbie’s boyfriend is rich and he loves her. He came to pick her up today. Moved by the fact that you all had volunteered for some public good, he decided to give you people some comfort. And now, you are all talking about Debbie behind her back! I’m ashamed to be with you knuckleheads.”

It was true that Carlos had sent the cars because the students had volunteered to help the villagers and kids in Southon Village despite the cold weather. Also, he had taken care of the expenses on the road, including the food, hotels, and the transportation.

Carlos somehow made the students attribute everything to Debbie.

The students quieted down after Jared’s outburst.

Gregory, who had been silently staring at his phone all the while, decided not to utter a word, no matter what. Back in the village, he had seen Debbie get into Carlos’ Emperor and Emmett was driving the car.

In the city, Carlos was the only one who could boss Emmett around.

Considering the fact that Carlos’ car had reached the hotel five minutes earlier than them, he figured that they were trying to avoid the others. He assumed that Carlos had indeed come to the village and had been in the same car with Debbie.

He had always refused to give any heed to the rumors about Debbie. But now, it all added up.

Debbie’s boyfriend, whom Jared had just mentioned, had to be Carlos.

Gregory recalled that the other night when Debbie had gotten drunk, she had gone to Carlos’ house. Debbie had shouted “Carlos, I love you” ten times on campus. She had confessed her feelings for Carlos in Curtis’ presence and she hadn’t faced any punishment for doing so.

If Debbie and Carlos were really lovers, then all of those made perfect sense.

At around 8 p.m., the elevator descended gracefully into the hotel lobby and a couple walked out, hand in hand. The woman had zipped her coat all the way to the top, put her hood up, and pulled the drawstrings tight. No one would be able to recognize who she was.

“Carlos, are you going out? Do you need a car?” the Lobby manager asked with the utmost respect.

“No,” Carlos answered shortly. Content rights belong to NôvelDrama.Org.

“Yes, Carlos. Do you need any other services?”

“No.”