Burning Passion: Love Never Die

He turned around and stretched out his right hand, saying, “Be careful.”

In a long, light tan overcoat, also wearing sunglasses, Debbie took his hand and smiled, “You’re being overcautious. I’m wearing sneakers, so I won’t fall.”

Carlos returned her a tender smile. Straight out of the car, they sauntered into the waiting room arm in arm. This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

As they waited, Debbie was on the lookout, keenly observing every woman of about fifty and above. Fidgeting, she wondered if Carlos’ mother looked her age, or if she was one of those few who retained youthful looks even in old age. Luckily, before Long, a middle-aged woman in a limited edition Giorgio Armani white mink walked out of the VIP passage, accompanied by two bodyguards.

“There’s Mom,” said Carlos. Debbie had butterflies in her stomach.

As Carlos walked over for a hug, Debbie watched from aside. The woman too was wearing trendy sunglasses and carried herself with grace that spoke for her blue blood.

‘Is that his mom? She looks amazing.‘ From the way she talked to

Carlos, Debbie could see a gentle, caring mom that many could only dream of.

After greetings, they hugged again before Carlos turned around as if to introduce Debbie.

But Tabitha had noticed the girl behind him, so she took off her sunglasses and beamed, “Son, is this Debbie? Come on. Introduce us.”

Clasping Debbie’s right hand, Carlos pulled her beside him and proudly announced, “Mom, this is Debbie Nelson. We’re married.” Then he turned to Debbie and said, “Debbie, this is Mom.”

The word “married” froze the smile on Tabitha’s face. ‘Married? This is huge. How come I wasn’t told?’

Without noticing the change of the woman’s facial expression, Debbie greeted, “Mom, I’m Debbie. Glad to meet you!”

Tabitha had seen the world. She put on a smile and embraced Debbie.

“I’m glad too. Debbie, you’re beautiful. My son has good eyes.”

To which Debbie blushed, her nervousness obviously showing on the face.

Carlos took her into his arms and suggested, “Mom, this is not a place to talk. Let’s get in the car and go home.”

Tabitha knew how influential her son was in the city. Although they had made their appearances at the airport for only a few minutes, by now, a lot of people in the hall were already gazing at them. Tabitha nodded in agreement to his suggestion, so they turned and walked towards the exit.

Debbie opened the passenger door and intended to get in so that Carlos and his mom could sit together and talk in the back

But Tabitha stopped her.

“Debbie, let’s sit together in the back and let Carlos sit in front,” she said warmly.

Feeling flattered, Debbie reflexively Looked at Carlos, who nodded resignedly. After helping the two ladies into the back seats, he took his place in the passenger seat.

The car drove away slowly. On the way, Tabitha held Debbie’s hand in hers all the time, asking about this and that, to which Debbie replied politely.

“Has Carlos ever pushed you around ever since you two got married? If he has, tell me. I’ll kick his ass,” Tabitha said.

Debbie shook her head. Reacting to the question, Carlos cut in, “Mom, maybe you won’t believe it, but I’m the one that gets pushed around here.”