Burning Passion: Love Never Die

‘Deb, my girl. Do you know how much it pains me when you cry?’ he thought.

Debbie nodded.

“Will mom be disappointed in me?” she asked worried, looking at him with teary eyes

Carlos shook his head and assured her, “No, she won’t. Don’t worry. Go get changed, all right?”

Debbie collected herself and changed into a clean pair of pants after

Carlos had left the walk-in closet.

In her bedroom, the dressing table had been cleaned up. When Carlos saw it again, he recalled how tidy it had Looked even with so many items on it before the boy messed it up.

Just that morning, when Debbie was applying the products to her face after freshening up, she had joked, “Now I see the benefits of marrying

Carlos. As Mrs. Hilton, I can buy whatever I want. I craved these things for years! Now, I have so many of them. Carlos, it seems that

I’LL have to be a good wife so you won’t dump me one day. If you do, no one will be Left to buy me expensive beauty products anymore.”

After applying them to her skin, she checked them carefully and rearranged them on her table.

“They are not even premium brands. Why do you value them so much?”

Carlos asked as he watched her go through her routine.

He thought about how easy it was to please her

Holding a newly opened face cream, Debbie answered joyfully, “They’re not the most expensive, but it was you who bought them for me. To me, that makes them the best.”

Carlos couldn’t help smiling as he played the scenario back in his mind.

He took out his phone and called Emmett.

“Buy a few more sets of those beauty products Debbie bought at Shining International Plaza and have them delivered to the villa,” he ordered.

“Yes, Carlos,” he replied dutifully. NôvelDrama.Org owns this.

“Also, ask our best business partner in the beauty category to develop an exclusive line of cosmetics for her as soon as possible,” he added.

The moment Carlos hung up, Debbie walked out of the closet.

He stretched out his hand towards her, and she put her hand in his. The two held each other’s hands tightly.

As they walked downstairs, Debbie couldn’t help but ask, “Did I overreact? He is only a five-year-old boy anyway.”

Carlos looked at her and answered, “I know you. I was surprised that you didn’t spank him and only demanded an apology.”

Debbie was disappointed to hear that. She stopped him from moving forward and asked, “Am I that hot-tempered in your eyes?”