Burning Passion: Love Never Die

Chapter: 137

“Carlos asked me to tell you that he had bought two movie tickets and he would Like you to go to the cinema with him this evening.”

Debbie looked at the name of the movie on Tristan’s phone screen. It was a horror film set to start at 2 a.m.

Shivers ran down her spine almost instantly.

Without any hesitation, she turned around, opened the door and ran back into the office.

“I won’t send him any messages from now on!” Debbie promised. Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

Carlos flashed a satisfied smile as he stood up and walked towards her.

“Wait for me at home this evening,” he said, as he reached out and held Debbie in his loving arms.

Debbie put her hands on his firm chest and was just about to say something, when he Lowered his head and kissed her on the Lips.

Her eyes widened and then shut close as she melted in his arms Like a doll made out of wax. ‘Why does he always kiss me in his office? He is a good kisser, though, ‘ she mused.

In a private booth of the Orchid Private Club, a handsome man was leaning against the couch with a glass of red wine in his hand. The man was none other than Carlos.

Sitting across him were two men wearing expensive branded clothes—

Wesley and Damon Hampton. They were Carlos’ closest friends. Wesley was not interested in what the other two were talking about, so he went out to play golf.

Damon was shocked and dazed by what Carlos had to say about his wife.

It wasn’t until Carlos kicked him in the leg that he came back to his senses.

“A girl who is seven years younger than you? Don’t rob the cradle,

Carlos. She is too young for you. I’ve never heard you mention any women before. This was the first time we’ve ever talked about women, and you’re telling me that she is seven years younger than you? And she’s so willful and unruly. Are you sure you want me to teach you how to court her?”

Carlos cast a freezing glance at his old friend and said, “Cut the crap!”

“Fine!” Damon Han, the infamous playboy, had lots of experience with women, and perhaps that was why Carlos sought his advice. He sat straight and said to Carlos in a serious tone, “Women love money, and you happen to have lots of it. Why don’t you just use your money?”

Carlos had supported Debbie for three years. But now she had been asking for a divorce instead of asking for money. Furthermore, she even wanted to pay back all the money that she owed him in the past three years. Last time, when Debbie ran out of money, she asked her friend for help instead of going to her rich husband. Even after Carlos had given her his bank card, she refused him without hesitation. Only when he threatened her did she agree to take his card. That was just the kind of person Debbie was.

Suffice it to say, money wouldn’t work for Debbie.

“She doesn’t want my money,” he answered in a cold voice. Damon shook his head in disbelief. He never thought such a girl could exist-a girl who could refuse Carlos and his boundless wealth.

“Win her over with your body! You are a handsome man with a great body,” Damon suggested

The number of women who wanted to marry Carlos could fill the whole

Pacific Ocean.

Despite his unwillingness, Carlos decided to tell the truth.