Chapter 229
Burning Passion: Love Never Die
He kissed her softly on the forehead and whispered in her ear, âI donât want to fight anymore. Letâs go
home.â
âFight? Does wanting a divorce count as fighting?â she thought inwardly.
When they reached the villa, Carlos got out of the car and opened the back door. He took the bags and
helped Debbie out of the car.
He was so considerate and careful that Debbie felt like she was a pregnant woman.
Inside Debbieâs bedroom, Carlos pulled the wrappings off a box of lipsticks and put the Lipsticks on her
dressing table.
âHey, old man, stop!â Debbie blurted out.
Women liked shopping, and also enjoyed undoing the wrappings. Sometimes it was a game, Like how
intact could I leave this if I just undid some corners? The struggle was real.
Carlos was confused when she said that. âWhy is she mad at me again?â
When he didnât stop, Debbie ran toward him and took the other Lipsticks away from him.
âArenât these all mine? I want to take the wrappings off. So stop doing it!â
Carlos finally got the point and couldnât help but chuckle. He pulled her into his arms, kissed her on the
forehead and said, âAlright. Have fun then. Iâm going to take a bath.
After saying that, he let go of her and walked towards the door.
Watching Carlos Leave, Debbie pouted and snapped, âDonât think IâLL forgive you just because you
apologized and got me a gift!â
His harsh words still stung.
Carlos turned around and his face softened.
âI know,â he said. He knew she was a stubborn girl and would not forgive him that easily. But he
believed that she would eventually forgive him if he treated her better. Maybe someday soon her heart
would yield to him and she would be back to the lovely girl he used to know, the one he fell for.
Silence blanketed the room after he left. There was nothing left to say, and no one around to say it to.
Unable to resist the siren call of the Lipsticks, Debbie sat in front of the dressing table and began to
unpack the boxes. She took every shade out and organized the collection.
She divided them into two piles-those she liked and those she didnât.
She decided to send those she didnât like to her friends. âKasie prefers bright colors while Kristina loves
soft ones. And auntie will love this pale mauve one! Perfect!â she thought to herself.
Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Carlos in a long nightshirt entering her bedroom. The plaid
stripes couldnât hide the contours of his body. She put the containers of Lipstick on the table and asked,
âMay I send these to my friends?â
Carlosâ face soured at her question.
âYou donât like them?â he asked.
âDonât get me wrong. These particular ones just arenât me. It would be a waste of money keeping
them,â she explained.
His face took on a more normal expression.