Burning Passion: Love Never Die

After throwing the tissue into the bin, she wrapped his neck from behind and asked, “Mr. Handsome, do I get an A for my performance?”

“I didn’t feel much sincerity. Perfunctory kisses don’t satisfy me.”

Frustrated, Debbie buried her face in his neck, and rubbed it back and forth; her breath drifted lightly against his skin. Carlos’ hand stopped in midair. ‘This woman is doing it intentionally, ‘ he thought.

He slowly put down the chopsticks and wiped his mouth and hands clean with a wet napkin.

The next second, Debbie was pulled into his arms and seated on his Lap.

She looked at the door nervously, her face red. But they were in a private booth, so no one would come and interrupt them.

Carlos took her hand in his and then pulled her in for a deep kiss on the Lips. His tongue was restless in her mouth; his breathing became heavier and heavier.

He whispered to her in a husky voice, “Let’s go home, shall we?”

“Yes,” came her swift answer. She was aware of what he meant.

Compared with making out with a snake, kissing Carlos sounded like a much better choice. So she had agreed to it without thinking when he had suggested that they go home. Content © copyrighted by NôvelDrama.Org.

Carlos didn’t even wait for her to finish her dinner before dragging her out of the hotel and heading home.

What would happen after they got home was way too exciting for Debbie.

Too embarrassed to look at Carlos, she kept her head down and pretended to play with her phone, flushing as she thought about the impending scene.

When they were about to arrive at the villa, Carlos’ phone rang suddenly. Debbie raised her head and saw the caller ID on the LED screen of the vehicle backup camera—Megan.

Carlos answered the call immediately, “Hi, Megan.”

Megan sounded scared and anxious as she blurted out, “Uncle Carlos, there are some men at the gate of my housing community. They seem to be looking for something or someone. I’ve been waiting for them to leave for half an hour, but they are still here. What should I do?”

Carlos’ face turned dark in worry and fury. He steered the wheel while saying, “Go to the security guards’ room and wait for me. I’m on my way.”

“Okay, but hurry,” Megan urged.

“Okay.”

By the time the call ended, the excitement and sweetness in Debbie’s heart had died away.

“It must be those men from last time. We’re going to Megan’s place to pick her up,” Carlos said in a hurry.

“Wait. Just drop me here at the roadside,” Debbie said. She didn’t want to see Megan, nor did she intend to stop Carlos going.

Carlos looked at her and sensed the change of her mood, but he didn’t know what she was unhappy about.

“Honey, if those men take Megan, she will be in danger,” he explained patiently.

But Debbie didn’t respond.