Burning Passion: Love Never Die

Chapter: 166

Reading from a different script, however, Carlos found her charming at that moment. It was not because she didn’t want his money. It was just that she looked so proud and confident when she told him what kind of person she was.

Watching the serious look on her face when she spoke, Carlos let out a chuckle.

However, that chuckle came across as a taunt. Debbie was too young to understand what he was thinking.

“That’s not funny!” she snapped.

“Let’s go to the Civil Affairs Department and get a divorce right now.

I will never bother you again…”

In the amidst of her rant, however, Carlos leaned close and kissed her fiercely.

Over the years, he might have had more than his fair share of women, but no one could come close to this special woman. No matter what her moods were, he always found her cute.

By now she had freed herself from his embrace. Angrily, she demanded,

“Hey, what do you want?”

Regardless of her obvious irritation, Carlos grabbed her tight again

He patted her back and comforted her.

“Don’t worry. I won’t force you into anything, unless it is what you want.”

Somehow, that relieved her. But she wanted an apology, which he didn’t seem ready to give directly. ‘The ego problems, * Debbie thought. This text is © NôvelDrama/.Org.

Giving him an annoyed snort, she grabbed her backpack and was ready to leave.

Watching her leave, Carlos wondered, ‘I said I was sorry and I would like to make amends for my past mistakes. Why is she still mad?”

Dissatisfied with how things went, Carlos quickened his pace and caught up with Debbie in the hallway. He startled her when he held her by the hand all of a sudden. Forcefully, she tried to wrench her hand free, but he tightly held on, until they were in the elevator.

“You haven’t done your part yet. Now, I’ll hang around to give you company while you do it,” he declared.

“Part? What part?” She was confused.

But Carlos didn’t answer, as he quietly led her to the ground floor of

Dubhe Building. | When they came to a shop for men’s fancy underwear,

Debbie understood what he had meant by her part. She had passed by that shop without going in that morning. Now with Carlos at her side, she didn’t have a choice but to enter.

Some shop assistants trotted over to them when they noticed Carlos.

“Good afternoon, Carlos,” they greeted in unison.

“Welcome, Carlos,” added one of them, a lady, apparently in charge of her colleagues.