Chapter 166
Burning Passion: Love Never Die
Chapter: 167
Carlos nodded at them before he took Debbie further inside.
âGo find me something you like. Iâll wait here,â he urged. Then he turned around, found the nearest
empty chair and sat down to wait for Debbie.
Almost immediately, a shop assistant beaming a smile served him a cup of tea. Between sips, he kept
himself busy, reading a catalog of products.
Lost in a sea of expensive menâs underwear, Debbie smiled awkwardly at the shop assistants who
were guiding her around. To put herself at ease, she wandered around briefly, pretending to be at
home.
A pair of red briefs caught her eyes. The embarrassment on her face was gone. She snickered and
went to Carlos.
âWill you wear anything I buy?â she inquired.
Carlos raised his head from the catalog. Although Debbie tried to look calm, her eyes betrayed her. To
the mischievous Look in her eyes, he sighed.
âYes, I will,â he agreed.
His affirmative reply almost made her jump with cheer. It took a bit of effort to restrain her emotions as
she turned. But before she could take two steps, Carlos added, âAnything but briefs. Also, I hate red.â
Bummer. His response was like a wet blanket. It was the red briefs that she was considering buying
him. With her plan ruined, Debbie pouted sullenly.
âOK, I got it,â she said.
Then she went back and wandered from section to section until she saw a pair of black boxers. Briefly,
she picked it up and looked at Carlos who was quietly seated on the sofa. âNot good enough for him.*
She pursed her Lips and put it down.
Next, she picked up a gray pair, Looked at the man, and shook her head again. âNot good enough
either.â
On careful observation of how Carlos and Debbie communicated, the shop assistants all wondered
who the girl was. One of them was so curious she couldnât help asking Debbie, âWhatâs your
relationship with
Carlos?â
Debbie gave her a friendly smile and Lowering her voice almost to a whisper, said, âWhy donât you ask
him?â
Hands down, that scored the clincher for Debbie. The shop assistant was reduced to silence. âIf I could
ask Carlos, I wouldnât have bothered you, madam, â she thought sourly.
After a long time of wandering and comparison, finally, Debbie settled on three pairs of boxers which
came at a good ten thousand dollars each. Standing at the cashierâs desk, she winced at the price.
Coming into the shop, she had not expected sheâd end up spending such a ridiculous sum on a mere
three goddamn boxers. âWhat are these things made of? Gold?â
The shop assistants had recommended those boxers, claiming that the designer had several
international accolades to his name. Even so,
Debbie wouldnât have spent so much on them if Carlos hadnât been insisting on her buying him boxers.
After settling the bill, she came to Carlos with the bag. Without a word, he put down the catalog and
stood up, looking pleased. He took the bag from Debbie with one hand and held her hand with the
other.
Together, they walked off to their car, arm in arm. A peaceful couple together.
Following after Carlos, Debbie asked, âWhy did you ask me to buy these for you? How did you buy
underwear before?â
âI used to have them delivered to the villa or send my secretaries.
Now, since I have a wife, naturally I should leave this kind of thing to her.â