Burning Passion: Love Never Die

Ignoring Lewis, who was too shocked to stand up, Carlos buzzed Emmett.

“Get in here. And bring some ice.”

Then he led Debbie to the couch, sat down and stroked her cheek softly.

“So it was Portia?”

His voice was soft, but Debbie could somehow feel danger.

It came back to her now, how people used to describe Carlos—cruel and cold-hearted. Debbie grabbed his hands and coaxed him, “Honey, cool down. I got even with her. I slapped her several times, and even cut her hair. So just Let it go, okay?”

Carlos, however, was not easily convinced.

“Leave her to me,” he said.

A cold shiver ran down Debbie’s spine, as his tone suggested that he would kill Portia.

“Don’t, Carlos. I don’t care. It was nothing. Leave it to me, please.”

At this moment, Emmett came in with an ice pack and handed it to

Carlos.

Lewis was still lying on the floor, but Emmett didn’t even blink.

However, when he spotted Debbie’s swollen cheek, he asked worriedly,

“Debbie, what happened? Did someone hit you? Does it hurt?”

‘Who had the nerve to hit Carlos’ woman? Look at Debbie’s fair skin.

That must be stinging, ‘ he thought.

The concern that Emmett showed towards Debbie really touched her heart.

“It’s all right. I feel much better now, but it’s nice of you to ask,” she said with a friendly smile.

“Emmett!” Carlos’ voice sounded as cold as ice.

Emmett shifted his gaze to his boss and answered, “Yes, Carlos!” Exclusive content © by Nô(v)el/Dr/ama.Org.

“Your heart must be broken now, huh?” Carlos asked, emotionless.

Emmett nodded honestly. He always had a tender heart for women.

Besides, Debbie had always been nice to him.

Debbie somehow sensed something was not right with Carlos, and winked at Emmett.