Burning Passion: Love Never Die

Chapter: 177

“Who is that woman?” one man asked. Belonging © NôvelDram/a.Org.

“Who knows? Why is Carlos carrying her?” another responded.

When he passed by Jared, Carlos kicked him in the sheen and said, “How dare you to let her drink so much! And on your watch!”

Jared howled in pain and blurted, “I couldn’t stop her—” And then came another kick, this one more excruciating than the previous one.

“Ouch!

I’LL stop! I’l stop talking! Just stop kicking. Gosh! It hurts.”

While Jared was jabbering, Carlos gave him a stern Look and he shut up so quickly as if there were an OFF button on his mouth which had just been pressed. ‘Damn it, ‘ Jared cursed in his heart. He had never been in such a humiliating situation. The entire set of onlookers stared at him with pity.

When Carlos was carrying her out of the bar, Debbie slightly raised her head from Carlos’ shoulder and mouthed, “Sorry,” to Jared.

The boy snorted and turned his head away. He didn’t seem to care anymore. ‘It’s all because of her. I told her not to drink. Ow, my leg.

Ow, my groin. It damn hurts. Even my old man has never kicked me this hard.

Carlos, if I ever get a chance to hold you in the palm of my hand, I’UL make you grovel and call me grandpa. Mind you! Hahaha, that would be fantastic! ‘

As Jared was immersed in his fantasy, Carlos suddenly turned and Looked at him suspiciously. The smirk on the boy’s face disappeared instantly and he ran away like a deer escaping a Lion in one piece.

Tristan had been waiting for Carlos by the car outside the bar all the while. When he saw him coming out of the bar with a woman in his arms, he was surprised. But after a careful stare, he opened the door of the backseat respectfully.

Debbie started pretending to be asleep the moment she was carried into the car, but after a while, she actually dozed off. The car got filled with the stink of liquor. It didn’t take a genius to figure out how much Debbie had drunk.

Debbie was so deep asleep she didn’t even realize when they arrived at the villa. Suddenly, she was frozen to her core. She woke up to find herself in the tub and cold water was being sprayed on her body. She shuddered.

“Carlos, this is uncalled for!” she shouted angrily.

“Awake?” Carlos tried to contain his anger with great difficulty.

Debbie wiped the remaining drops of water off her face. When she opened her eyes, she noticed that there were tens of dollars scattered on the floor. She felt disgusted seeing hard-earned money being dumped. Carlos might not care but she did. She stood up and walked out of the tub in her drenched clothes.

It might not be a lot of money, but it meant something for her.

Especially, considering the murderous glares Carlos had been shooting at her repeatedly, it wouldn’t be exaggerated to say that she had earned that money with her life.

Watching her pick up the notes one by one, Carlos didn’t stop her. When she was done, he said, “Go get changed.”

Huh?”

“We’re going somewhere.”

Debbie tried to deduce something from the man’s face, but frustrated at his poker face, she had to nod.

When she got dressed and walked out of her bedroom, Carlos was already waiting downstairs.