Burning Passion: Love Never Die

☛ Bookmark This Website NinjaNovel.Com When everybody was finally seated, someone mustered up enough nerve to ask, “Carlos, I assume that this lady is Mrs. Hilton. Am I right?”

Carlos smiled. He looked at Debbie but remained silent.

Debbie was surprised at his reaction. ‘What’s that supposed to mean?

Why doesn’t he tell them who I am?’

Since Carlos didn’t respond, everyone else kept their mouths shut. A few quiet, awkward seconds passed. Someone was about to break the uncomfortable silence when Carlos announced, “My wife always keeps a low profile. I promised her I’d keep our marriage secret. As to your question, I need my wife’s permission before I answer it.”

The others were familiar with Carlos’ personality. They had never seen him talk that much before. When he turned to Debbie, every one of them understood that the woman sitting next to him was Mrs. Hilton.

They all looked at Debbie with a smile and racked their brains to compliment her. The room suddenly was abuzz with their unctuous compliments. Some complimented her beauty, others focused on her hair, dress, or her bearing. A few talked about her manners, and some more nebulous things that they couldn’t possibly know about the quiet woman sitting at the table with them. They were unconcerned, all fawning over her to get on Carlos’ good side.

Bombarded with their expressions of praise, commendation, and admiration, Debbie didn’t know how to respond. It was Carlos who came to her rescue.

“My wife is shy. Let’s eat,” he said.

Debbie’s face turned red.

Immediately, his proposal was echoed. The subject was changed. Someone asked the waiter to bring the meals.

During the feast, Debbie realized something. The fact that she was at a dinner with Carlos and the way Carlos had answered that man’s question kind of made their relationship public.

But under the circumstances, there seemed to be nothing wrong with the way Carlos told the others who she was.

Debbie stopped thinking about the issue and ate while Listening to them talk about work. She had nothing to add, so she remained quiet as they talked shop. Some things she understood, sometimes it was jargon or abbreviations she was unfamiliar with. But a wise person never learned with their mouth open.

Carlos barely said anything afterwards. However, even so, the other men kept asking his opinion on this or that.

“I need to use the little girls’ room,” Debbie whispered in Carlos‘ ear.

The bathroom in the booth was occupied, so Debbie had to go outside.

“Do you want me to go with you?” asked Carlos.

“No, you stay. I’ll be right back.”

Debbie let out a long exhale when she stepped outside. The ambiance inside the booth was nice but boring.

She kept walking. A conversation came to her ears when she passed by the smoking zone. It was actually whispering between two men. She wasn’t eavesdropping, but since they mentioned Carlos,

she couldn’t help noticing.

“We just found out yesterday that Carlos was married, and today we got to see her for ourselves,” said one man.

“I want to know more about her. What’s her background? I don’t want to make any mistakes talking to her. But really… who wants to ask Carlos that?” observed his companion.

“What’s he up to tonight, anyway?” This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org: ©.

“Isn’t it obvious? Pretty much everything he did after he got here, and the words he said, indicated the woman was Mrs. Hilton. What he didn’t say was that she had to be respected, but that was the subtext.