Burning Passion: Love Never Die

Chapter: 178

Once she hopped in, the car drove away from the house slowly. Debbie was fidgety. When she looked out the window, the memories from the last time when Carlos had taken her to the martyrs’ park all came flooding back.

“Where’re we going?” she asked warily.

“Shining International Plaza.”

Debbie was relieved to hear that soothing response. But why was he taking her there at this late hour?

The car finally came to a halt. Debbie staggered out and followed This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

Carlos into the elevator. Only after the elevator had stopped on the top floor did she realize what his real intentions were.

“Boo…hoo… Carlos, Mr. Carlos, Mr. Handsome, I’m sorry. I made a mistake.” Debbie held on to a holding bar near the elevator and cried, refusing to take another step forward.

Carlos ignored her pleas and dragged her into the cinema nonchalantly.

The moment they were inside, the cinema was bustling with moviegoers, but the manager received Carlos as soon as he appeared at the entrance and ushered them towards the biggest theater.

When the manager left, Debbie held Carlos by the waist and pleaded again, “Mr. Handsome, I realized that I was wrong and I won’t do it again. Please, can we go now? It’s creepy to watch horror movies at night. It may kill me. Let’s go home. Please, please.”

Carlos was unmoved and still acted indifferent. After dragging her to the center of the theater, he made her sit next to him.

The movie started soon. A scene of a dark graveyard first came into view. It made Debbie’s blood run cold.

“Carlos, I have apologized. Why are you still doing this? I won’t drink again, okay? Can you just forgive me, please?”

Debbie shifted her eyes away from the screen to Carlos. But the sound effects of the movie made her heartbeat quicken. She covered her ears tightly with her hands. For a while, it helped, but soon her hands and wrists went sore. Phobia and horror were driving her crazy. She had begged and pleaded, but the man seemed heartless to ignore her.

“Carlos, you are a freak! I’m fed up with you! I will divorce you! I will! Let’s go get a divorce now!” She lost her temper.

“Sit well,” the man said after giving her a cold glance.

Debbie stood up defiantly from her seat and tried to shut out the horrible sounds.

“If you want to stay, fine! Stay! I’m leaving!” She threw the 8D glasses far enough out of sheer anger.

‘I hate him! I hate his evil guts! I’ll divorce him, no matter what!”

Debbie thought as she stormed towards the exit of the theater.

To her dismay, the door was locked from outside. She slammed the door anxiously for a Long while, but no one came to her rescue.

Frustrated, she stomped angrily on the floor, covered her ears, closed her eyes, and shouted at the top of her Lungs, “Carlos, you asshole!

Let me out! Let me out now!”

She yelled and cursed. However, all her efforts were futile as if none of her words came across. Carlos remained nonchalant, sitting there, eyes on the screen.

Finally, Debbie had enough and started crying.