Burning Passion: Love Never Die

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At 7 a.m. the next morning, Carlos was sitting at the dining table by himself, as usual. Julie served breakfast, and assuming she wasn’t needed at the table anymore, she turned to leave him alone in the dining room.

“Julie,” he called.

“Yes, Carlos,” Julie responded.

“Did she… cook dinner on her own yesterday?” he asked.

Julie didn’t understand what Carlos meant at first. But soon, she remembered what had happened in the kitchen the day before. ‘Did Debbie really take the meal to Carlos’ office? Why is he asking about the dinner? Was he displeased by it?’ she wondered pensively.

Afraid of the possibility that Carlos was angry at Debbie, Julie replied at once, “Carlos, to make sure that the dishes tasted good, Têxt © NôvelDrama.Org.

Debbie cooked every dish several times. She even suffered a few minor burns because of the hot, boiling oil.”

Julie felt that even though the dishes tasted awful, Debbie had worked hard on them; it was her good intentions that counted.

“Got burnt? Was her apology sincere?’ The anger in his eyes disappeared as soon as he heard Julie’s words.

“Noted.” Carlos nodded and started eating his breakfast.

The stress marks on his face softened. Julie breathed out a sigh of relief and headed back to the kitchen.

After Lunch, Debbie got dressed and left the villa.

Debbie, Kasie, and Kristina wandered around to pick out a present for

Carlos. They walked out of Dubhe Building and went straight to Merak

Building, arm in arm.

“Tomboy, what exactly do you have in mind?” They had been to a few shops for fashionable men’s wear, trendy shoes, and expensive watches, but nothing piqued Debbie’s interest. If she kept wandering around, refusing to buy anything, Kristina would start suspecting that Debbie was wandering around for hot guys instead of a present.

In fact, the real problem was money. Debbie had been saving up, but her savings were far from enough to afford a decent present for Carlos.

“Let’s look a little longer,” she said.

Kasie leaned on Kristina listlessly, rolling her eyes.

“Debbie, my sweet, sweet Debbie, we have been wandering around for two hours now and you haven’t bought anything.” All the while, she and Kristina, on the other hand, carried a couple of bags each. Some were clothes, but the rest were mostly cosmetics.

“He is so rich, he doesn’t need anything. What am I supposed to buy him?” Debbie was in a dilemma.

“Is it his birthday?” Kristina asked. Debbie had told them she was shopping for a present for a friend, but they knew she was hiding something from them.

“Nope,” Debbie answered.

Kristina rolled her eyes at her.

“Since it’s not his birthday, why do you suddenly want to give him a present?”