Burning Passion: Love Never Die

Debbie giggled.

“Oh…I didn’t refer to…Hum. I meant it’s Miss Olga or Miss Megan…and probably there’s still a Miss Lucy or Miss Apple waiting for you somewhere… Aargh! Carlos! Let me down now! Okay, I’m wrong. Please…I…feel so uncomfortable…please…”

Carlos carried her over his shoulder as he walked back to the villa.

ALL the way, Debbie flailed, trying to break free, but he just didn’t let her down. Hum skittishly walked behind them, watching their endearing banter.

Their laughter broke the silence of night, their shadows swaying under the street Lights. It was such a warm and romantic scene.

However… two days later, Carlos gave the dog to someone else. His purpose of keeping this dog was to help Debbie build up her physique so that she could keep pace with him in bed. But to his disappointment, it had the opposite effect, and on the very first day, she had come home haggard and fallen sound asleep as soon as she hit the hay.

Debbie felt sad that Carlos had sent Hum away. She scolded him. But he didn’t care. They didn’t need a dog.

But to comfort her, he promised that if she really Liked keeping a dog, he would buy her a little pet dog after their upcoming New Year trip to

New York.

On that promise, Debbie finally stopped complaining, much to Carlos’ relief. It was hard for him to understand her emotions for a dog she had only kept for two days.

That night, before bedtime, as Debbie went to bathe, Carlos wanted to slip in and bathe together with her, but a phone call from New York stopped him at the doorstep.

With no other choice, he sighed and went to the study instead. He answered, “Dad.

Before he could finish greeting, a thunderous rant came from the other end of the line.

“Young man! You do remember you have a dad, right?

How dare you get married without my approval? Huh? You even keep it under wraps. Do you have any respect to your parents?”

Used to his father’s ill temper, Carlos silently listened.

“If the media doesn’t expose your marriage, are you going to keep it from us for the rest of your life? Who allowed you to marry secretly, and at that, an unknown woman? Who gave you the courage to do so? How about

Stephanie Elliot? How can I explain to the Elliot family? You’ve embarrassed me now!”

After James finally finished his rant, Carlos said calmly, “She’s not just some random woman I plucked off the streets. I have the final say in my marriage, Dad. As for the Elliot family, go explain to them yourself. This has nothing to do with me!”

His words caused James’ blood pressure to surge. Hearing the noise on the other end of the line, Carlos shut his eyes and inhaled deeply. He knew that his father was rummaging through the drawers, looking for his medicine. He patiently waited on the phone.

After downing the pills, James gradually got a hold of himself. When he was able to speak again, he yelled, “Divorce! You have to divorce her!”

In a colder voice, Carlos asked, “Anything else?”

“Last month, I talked marriage with Stephanie’s grandfather. You and NôvelDrama.Org owns all © content.

Stephanie grew up together. You’re 28 years old, and she’s 27. If you guys can tie the knot before you’re both 30…” James just wouldn’t stop. He kept urging Carlos to marry Stephanie as if Carlos weren’t already married. But he was. To Debbie. It had already been arranged, and Carlos found himself continually surprised by, challenged by, and head over heels in love with Debbie. He didn’t want anyone else.

“Seems like you’re quite fond of her, Dad. How about you marry