Burning Passion: Love Never Die

“Yes. Your uncle Carlos and I are married. Married couples don’t have secrets.” Debbie took Carlos’ hand with a smile, interlocked fingers with him, and looked up at her man affectionately.

Carlos squeezed her hand and met her eyes. Tenderness could be seen from a mile away in his eyes.

He was a lot more than happy to hear what she had just said.

“Hey, did you guys come here to visit Megan or to torment us single people with your affections and flrting?” Damon retorted from the bed, fed up with the sweetness between the two.

Within a second, the tenderness in Carlos’ eyes was all gone. It looked like he had turned into a completely different person. Casting him a cold stare, he snarled, “Well, you can just go away then.”

“Shit. Carlos, we’ve been friends for more than a decade now. But you are not at all gentle to me. Worse than that, you asked me to go away.

I guess you forget your friends when you’re with your wife,”

Damon complained with a careless expression on his face, and his hands in his pockets. Ccontent © exclusive by Nô/vel(D)ra/ma.Org.

“Well then, friend! Tell me, how come you never visited me after I got injured?” Carlos retorted. All his friends had visited him at the villa after the injury except Damon last night.

However, Damon didn’t feel guilty at all. Instead, he confessed, “Look.

In my heart, Megan is much more important than you. It would be obvious to anyone that I would want to make sure she was okay before I came to see you.”

Hearing him say that she was more important than Carlos, Megan laughed.

She walked over to Damon, grabbed his sleeve, and appealed like a spoiled brat, “Uncle Damon, you’re the best.”

“Of course.” Damon put his arm around Megan’s shoulders and looked at

Carlos provocatively.

Carlos ignored him.

“What did the doctor say?” he asked Wesley, who had been looking out the window the entire time and seemed the least interested in their rift.

“Asthma again. But it’s fine. She can be discharged from hospital tomorrow.” Wesley withdrew his gaze from outside and finally turned towards them slowly.

Carlos didn’t reply. He pulled Debbie closer to him and sat down on the sofa with her. Crossing his legs, he settled in comfortably and watched

Megan and Damon chat and laugh together.

A moment later, the door of the ward opened again. Curtis and Colleen walked in.

“Debbie,” Curtis greeted as soon as he saw Debbie.

“Hi, Mr—” Debbie was about to stand up to greet the man, but Carlos pulled her back to the sofa and wrapped his arms around her. She Looked at him with a perplexed gaze.

Carlos explained his stance, though in a highly indifferent tone, “This is a hospital, not a school. You don’t have to be so polite to him.”

Curtis only smiled at his unfriendly remarks.