Burning Passion: Love Never Die

Hayden’s eyes had been on Debbie all the time. When he noticed her leaving, he followed her outside. He got there in time to see Emmett closing the door for her after she got in the car. He didn’t go over to her. Instead, he told his assistant to find out what Emmett’s phone number was. He figured he’d get to her another way. Exclusive © material by Nô(/v)elDrama.Org.

As soon as Debbie got in the Emperor, Carlos enthusiastically took her into his arms and kissed her passionately. Debbie could feel that he could hardly control his urges. If she hadn’t been rejecting his advances, he would have taken her right inside the car, not long after she got in.

The intimate moment seemed to last forever. How long it actually lasted, no one could say.

“Hi Mr. Handsome. I pissed off your dear Miss

Moran today,” she said, nestling in Carlos’ arms.

‘Miss Moran?” Carlos was puzzled for a moment. Then he realized she was talking about Olga.

“She’s not dear to me. Don’t say that again, or

I’LL punish you Like never before.” Anger flashed in his eyes.

Emmett, who was driving the car, was embarrassed by what he had said.

“Carlos, please, even if you don’t care, I do. I don’t enjoy watching that kind of scene.’ But Emmett didn’t dare express his thoughts, so he silently rolled up the interior screen to spare himself the awkwardness.

Although the interior screen had been rolled up, Debbie covered Carlos’ mouth tightly in case he said something cheekier.

Carlos smiled and took her hand in his.

“Why’re you embarrassed? Emmett doesn’t mind. Look, he even put the privacy screen up.”

“Is this why you’re acting like this?” Debbie rolled her eyes.

Carlos moved closer to her with a mischievous smile.

“How would I ever get Lucky with my wife if I cared what anyone else thought?”

Debbie cupped his face and said, “Seriously, I made Olga very angry today.”

Carlos took her hands away.

“How?”

“Last time, I poured wine onto her dress. This time I threw shade at her and called her out on her lie.”

“What Lie?”

“She said she was your wife. Is it true?” Debbie looked at him, expressionless.

“You want to know who my wife is? How about I show you? That would be more convincing.” With that, he pressed Debbie against the back seat and climbed on top of her.

Meanwhile, he blamed Emmett in his heart. ‘Next time, I’ll pick up my wife by myself. And once again, I’ve missed the chance to have a moment with my wife in the car, thanks to Emmett, the third wheel.’

“Dammit honey, just wait. I fought with that chick a lot. And today I didn’t reveal we were married. But it felt Like I was playing her. What will happen when she finds out? “