Burning Passion: Love Never Die

“Ask her husband why everything in the Shining International Plaza is so damn expensive. A haircut alone costs hundreds. But apparently it’s the going rate, since the cutting is done by A-list stylists.” He grinned.

Debbie reminded him, “Slow down, pretty boy. You made yourself so colorful. Sure your dad won’t mistake you for fireworks and set you off over New Year?”

The others roared in Laughter. Jared was a little worried when he heard what Debbie had said.

“Debbie, can you come home with me later?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Why? Do you want me and your dad to set you off together?”

Jared scolded, “Knock it off! If you go home with me, my dad will go easy on me for your husband’s sake.”

After Jasper noticed his son, Jared, behaved well whenever Carlos was around, he knew the right person to turn, in case the boy got up to mischief.

Debbie waved her hand after hearing Jared’s explanation.

“Save it. If

Carlos saw you Like this, he would shave you bald and kick your face in.”

Then an idea occurred to Debbie. She secretly took a picture of Jared with her phone and sent it to Carlos.

“Honey, I want to see you in this hairstyle.” She put a Grimacing Face emoticon after that sentence.

Upon reading her message, Carlos called Emmett in.

“Call Jasper. Tell him that his son is a bad influence to my wife and it’s time for him to teach his son a lesson.”

“Which son of his?” asked Emmett.

“Damon spends most of his time with his fiancée.”

Emmett understood. ‘It sounds Carlos is getting jealous again.’ He prayed for Jared and then called Jasper.

Debbie came across someone she knew before she got Carlos’ reply. It was Gus, who was hugging a man. At least Debbie thought so. ‘The rumor that he is gay is true, ‘ thought Debbie. This content belongs to Nô/velDra/ma.Org .

She took a photo of Gus too. Unfortunately, Gus noticed it. He released the person in his arms and walked towards Debbie.

“Give me your phone,” he demanded.

Debbie shook her phone before his eyes and threatened, “You’d better lose that sour expression on your face next time when you see me. Or

I’ll send this picture of you and your boyfriend to Mr. Loftus.”

Gus’ face darkened. He turned his head towards the person he had just hugged. With short hair and wearing a black jacket, she indeed looked like a man.

Without a word, Gus called Curtis himself.

“Curtis, Debbie calls me gay.”