Burning Passion: Love Never Die

Chapter: 70

Carlos’ face darkened. Dropping the shrimp and picking up a Lump of red braised pork, he put it into his mouth, and slowly chewed.

His face froze — and as much as he tried to refrain from doing so, he still ended up spitting it out into the bin.

“Gosh! She calls that thing red braised pork?’ the shocked CEO thought.

‘What was that taste? Hard to say. It was bitter, salty and… just weird.*

After wiping his mouth with a clean tissue, he grabbed the glass of water on his desk and gulped it all down. The taste was still stuck in his mouth.

Puzzled, the naive young Lady watched his reaction.

“Is it that bad?” she asked genuinely.

Looking into her innocent eyes, Carlos said coldly, “Are you really here to apologize? Because I think you are really here to provoke me.”

His first suspicion earlier was right. The young lady standing before him was the same girl he had to deal with in the past, be it on the cruiser or in the club, or any other time. She was the same as she had always been. How gullible of him to briefly believe that she was ever there to make amends for her mistakes!

Debbie’s heart was hammering while she anxiously stammered to explain herself, “That’s not true. My apology is sincere. I’m really sorry for offending you…”

Ever since Carlos moved back into the villa, he was not the mean, old womanizer he used to be; he was a changed man. He acted like a responsible adult and paid full attention to Debbie’s daily needs.

Debbie reminded herself all the time to stop being so headstrong with him. Perhaps if she made more of an effort to get along with him, he would get off her back.

Carlos interrupted her impatiently.

“Enough. Now go away. You are forbidden to go into the kitchen ever again.” When he finished talking, he produced a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped his mouth gracefully. Property © NôvelDrama.Org.

“But why?’ Debbie wondered. By now, she already knew better than to anger him again.

“Got it. I’m sorry for disturbing your work.” Debbie expelled her curiosity and answered like a good girl.

After picking up the meal box, Debbie made her way to the door. Before stepping out of the office, she Looked back and asked, “Um, Carlos, could you sign the divorce papers?”

“So, that’s what all this was about.” Just as he had anticipated, she was up to something. ‘I knew she wouldn’t just turn into this friendly, polite girl for no reason, * he sneered inwardly.

Now that Carlos had seen through her facade, Debbie decided to come out with the truth.

“Yes, it is. I just want the divorce. Why else did you think I did all of this?” In truth, Debbie had been grateful to Carlos before they had a falling-out. After all, he had financially supported her for three years.

Unfortunately, their recent unpleasant encounters had left a terrible impression on her. All the gratitude she had for him had evaporated.

“I told you to ask my grandfather’s permission, if you want a divorce.

I’ll sign the papers as long as he says it’s okay.”

Carlos’ reply infuriated Debbie so much that she dashed towards his desk. But eventually, she clenched her fists to stop her temper from flaring.

“How can a comatose patient give consent to anything?” she exclaimed.