Burning Passion: Love Never Die

Chapter: 131

“Are you jealous?” Carlos never treated any of those women seriously.

If him being with another woman bothered her, he wouldn’t mind making some changes to suit her preference.

His question blindsided Debbie.

“I… I… Of course I’m not jealous.

Why would you think that? Do as you like. I don’t care.” The last few words were not only directed to Carlos, but also to herself.

Carlos’ eyes returned to the iPad without another word.

For some reason, Debbie couldn’t enjoy the delicious bowl of congee with salted pork and century egg in front of her, even though that was her favorite dish. Instead of wolfing it down, she remarked, “If you want to marry one of them, just let me know. I’ll be glad to make room for her.”

Carlos slowly put down the iPad and walked over to her.

He gently grabbed her wrist and pulled her into his arms.

At that moment, Julie was busy in the kitchen. Debbie flushed and tried to free herself.

“Julie, Julie will see us.”

Regardless, Carlos explained slowly, “I don’t want to marry any of those women. I only see them for work. None of them matters to me. Do you understand?”

“Yes, I do.” Did he have to be so close to her to say that? She didn’t want to think what he would do if she had said she didn’t understand him. The man nodded in satisfaction.

“There’s a bit of rice on the corner of your mouth,” he said.

Huh? The sudden change of subject confused her a little. When she understood what he meant, she stuck her tongue out to Lick the rice.

Before she knew it, Carlos wrapped his arms around her waist and pressed his lips against hers.

After breakfast, Debbie dashed out of the villa on her scooter, totally ignoring Carlos, who was behind her, also on his way to work. NôvelDrama.Org holds © this.

Her cheeks were still burning with embarrassment until she stopped at the traffic Lights one kilometer away from the villa.

That man sure knew how to make a woman’s heart flutter.

Bang! A dull sound startled her and brought her back to reality. The sound came from an empty juice bottle that had been thrown out of a

Lamborghini, before it rolled on the road and finally stopped at the side of Debbie’s scooter.

Debbie took a short glance at the red light. There were still 30 seconds to go.

She got off the scooter, picked up the bottle, and tapped on the window of the Lamborghini. The window was slowly rolled down and revealed a woman wearing sunglasses in the passenger’s seat. Judging from her outfit and appearance, Debbie assumed that she was most likely a parvenu.

The woman’s clothes were fancy, but the color was gaudy. Her unbound curly hair had been dyed blonde and she was wearing hoops.

The man in the driver’s seat was in his thirties. When they heard