Burning Passion: Love Never Die

Her heart skipped a beat. ‘Carlos is here!’ she thought.

She pushed the door open, and the sight of her dear husband welcomed her instead of the original occupant of the office.

“Mr. Handsome, what are you doing here?” she asked.

Carlos stood from the couch and handed her a paper bag.

“Your milk tea, he said.

Taking the paper cup, Debbie blushed. She had missed him and only wanted to exchange messages with him on WeChat. She had actually expected him to reply something Like “Buy one if you want” when she had messaged him about the milk tea. Instead, her busy CEO husband brought her a hot cup of milk tea himself despite the freezing cold.

She had wondered why he asked her to go to Curtis’ office, and guessed that he might have sent someone else to buy milk tea for her. Her eyes turned red.

“It’s so cold outside! You didn’t have to come here. You should have had one of your assistants bring this for you,” she choked, holding back her tears.

Carlos stroked her hair and said, “I’m fine. Emmett drove me here.

Drink it while it’s still warm.”

She took the cup, put a straw through the cover and took a sip. Her eyes lit up at the taste.

“This is it! My favorite flavor! Old man, how did you know that?” she inquired.RêAd lat𝙚St chapters at Novel(D)ra/ma.Org Only

Bubble milk tea with popping boba and coconut jelly-this was her favorite and she would never get tired of it.

Seeing her so happy made him smile. Instead of answering her question, he replied, “I’m glad you love it.”

“Come, taste it!” she said hopefully as she put the straw near Carlos’ lips.

On second thought, she suddenly realized that the man was obsessively tidy. He might not be willing to use the same straw. She quickly withdrew her hand.

“Oh, never mind. Next time, I’ll just buy an extra cup for you,” she said.

“Why?” Carlos asked. He was just about to take a sip when she drew the drink away.

“There’s only one straw,” she said with a shrug.

Carlos held her hand holding the drink and looked her in the eye. Then, much to her surprise, he raised the cup together with her hand and took a sip.

After swallowing, he commented, “It’s too sweet. Remember to rinse your mouth after finishing it.”

“You…you don’t mind using the same straw?” Debbie could not help but ask. She knew he was a neat freak. His bedroom and bathroom were spotlessly clean. She avoided entering his room unless it was absolutely necessary, too scared to mess anything up in there.

Raising one of his eyebrows, he replied, “Why would I? You’re my wife.”

She flashed a huge grin when she heard his answer.

“Take another sip,” she offered.