Chapter 1460
Burning Passion: Love Never Die
âYou said you wouldnât like to have a daughter. Remember?â
He furrowed his brows, confused and asked, âWhen did I say that?â
âA long time ago! When Megan asked you whether you would prefer a son or a daughter, you said you
wanted a son,â she said, looking him in the eye, waiting for his answer. Back then, Debbie had been
afraid that he wouldnât love their baby if she gave birth to a girl.
Carlos didnât know how to answer her. He remembered that he did say that. After a short while, he said,
âLL tell you when weâre home.â
âwhy is he acting so mysteriously?â she wondered.
After Carlos had a shower and climbed onto bed, Debbie couldnât hold back her curiosity anymore. She
snuggled up to him and asked, âOld man, now that weâre alone, you can tell me why you preferred a
son to a daughter back then.â
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Carlos put his arm under her neck, pulled her closer to him and started to explain.
âBack then, you were a rebellious teen. You drank a lot, played truant, and fought with others. I was
afraid that if we had a daughter, she would be the same as you. Itâs not that I wouldnât love her. Itâs
because I wouldnât know how to discipline her, whereas boys are different. If it was a son and he defied
me, I could just beat him whenever he stirred up trouble.â
In the end, Debbie gave birth to a daughter, and Carlos was right. He could do nothing to Evelyn.
Evelyn was like a queen, and he was like her slave. He would provide her with the best things that
money could buy, and all of her heartâs desires were granted.
âCarlos! Are you saying that if we had a son, you would beat him as you wish?â Debbie asked, raising
her voice. Now that she knew what Carlos would do to discipline their son, she felt relieved that they
had a female child.
Carlos chuckled and whispered in her ear, âNo, no, no. Of course, Iâd be nice to our son. After all,
beating him would break your heart.â
Little did he know that what he just said would come back to haunt him in the future.
His warm breath made her ear itchy. She rubbed it and said, âI hope youâll keep your word.â
âOf course.â
Debbie adjusted her position to make herself comfortable, and then she realized that she was rather
hungry. During supper, she had been preoccupied with why Carlos had preferred a son, and she had
eaten very little pondering over it. âIâll get fat if I eat something at this Late hour, â she thought. For the
sake of maintaining her lovely figure, she decided to go to sleep.
âHey, I want to sleep. Tell me a bedtime story.â
Her rumbling stomach made Carlos chuckle.
âALL right. I have an interesting story,â he said with a cunning smile.
âHmm.
âOnce upon a time, there was a young swordsman. He left his home, hoping to make a name for
himself.â
Debbieâs stomach grumbled again, and she held her waist. The hunger pangs were torture.
Carlos raised an eyebrow mischievously and continued, âOne day, he entered a restaurant and ordered
braised beef, spicy diced chicken, sweet and sour pork ribs, fried crab with pepper, seaweed soup-â
âStop!â Debbie yelled.
âCarlos! You did that on purpose!â