Burning Passion: Love Never Die

Meanwhile, Emmett, who was on a construction site, supervising the crew, sneezed suddenly. ‘Damn! Who is talking about me behind my back?

Or is someone missing me?‘ he wondered. Actually, he had been thinking, ‘Carlos, I miss you. I want to talk to you. Please take me back!”

Bowing his head, he pondered over it for a while. Then he took out his phone and called Tristan.

“Tristan, how are things with Carlos and This content is © NôvelDrama.Org.

Debbie? Are they getting along?”

When Tristan got Emmett’s call, he had just returned to the office

Emmett’s question caused him to think about the lipsticks Carlos had bought Debbie. In his opinion, a gift meant their relationship was okay. So he replied, “They’re fine.”

“OK. Thanks,” Emmett said. After ending the call with Tristan, he called Debbie.

Debbie didn’t realize she hadn’t talked to Emmett in a long time until she got his call.

“Hi, Emmett,” she said. She was about to go to Carlos’ company to return the Lipsticks when her phone rang.

“Boo…hoo… How… how are you, Debbie?”

Emmett cried over the phone, which made Debbie shiver. She thought something awful must have happened.

“What’s the matter?” she asked.

The next moment, Emmett asked cautiously, “Debbie, is Carlos with you?”

“No. Why?” she wondered.

Hearing that Carlos wasn’t around, Emmett stopped crying and his voice went back to normal.

“Carlos, I was sent away to carry bricks on a construction site because of you. I’ve been in this dull, terrible place for a month. You can’t imagine what I’ve been through. When you pour yourself a drink and Look out the window of your comfortable villa, do you ever think of me? Does it hurt when you do?”

Debbie was surprised to hear that. ‘Emmett? Carrying bricks? Because of me?

Why didn’t Carlos tell me? I asked him about Emmett, but…’

“Sorry, I didn’t know,” she apologized.

“Now you know. I want my old job back. You’re Carlos’ wife. Can you help me out? If you bring me back, I’ll do anything for you. Anything,”

Emmett pleaded.

“Do anything for me? What about my husband?”

Debbie asked.

“Well, do anything for both of you.”