Burning Passion: Love Never Die

“Tell me the details. Did you apologize to him or—” Kristina knew that they had fought and why so she was eager to know how it turned out.

Debbie rolled her eyes.

“Hmph! He apologized to me, of course!” she snorted.

Kristina giggled. She put her hand on her friend’s shoulder and said,

“Debbie, you just made a proud CEO like Carlos beg for your forgiveness. Now, I believe that he must really love you.”

“He was wrong so he apologized. I don’t see anything unusual about that,” Debbie replied. ‘It’s all because of Megan!* she thought angrily.

“Oh, come on. Don’t be so stubborn. Anyway, I’m gonna wash my face and brush my teeth. Let’s talk more later!” Kristina said as she stood to go to the lavatory.

“ALL right,” Debbie said.

She and Kristina had lunch together in the school canteen at noon.

Debbie found herself fixating on a couple that sat near their table.

The boy and the girl looked as if they were existing in their own world. They touched and kissed as if no one was looking. Somehow, this made Debbie miss her husband, Carlos. So, she put her chopsticks down and proceeded to send him a message on WeChat.

“Hey, Mr. Handsome. I want milk tea.”

“Okay,” was his reply. His message was quick and concise.

Debbie stared at the word, wondering whether he was going to add something. To her disappointment, no other message arrived.

It wasn’t until twenty minutes Later while Debbie and Kristina were on their way to the dorm that a notification alerted with a message from Content is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

Carlos.

“Go to Curtis’ office now,” it said.

“What for?” Debbie replied.

“You’ll know when you get there,”

Carlos texted back.

Debbie put the phone back in her pocket and turned to Kristina.

“I have to deal with something urgent. Why don’t you go to Dixon?” she said.

Before Kristina could reply, she already dashed away.

As she watched her friend’s retreating figure, Kristina took a bite off her baked sausage and mused, ‘Dixon, a straight-A student, is busy studying for his final exams and has no time to date me. I am such a hopeless student.’

Upon arriving at Curtis’ office, Debbie knocked. A familiar voice answered, “Come in.”