Chapter 60
Burning Passion: Love Never Die
Chapter: 61
The night was getting late and the sky became darker. The night complemented the extravagance each
villa gave off. It was perfectly clear what kind of people lived in the area, he thought, people who were
far different from him.
Knowing this, he lowered his head to look at Debbie. âMany people worked so hard in their whole lives
but couldnât afford such villas
Yet, she lives here? Who exactly is she?â he wondered.
Even then, she had been surrounded by rumors in school. However, he had never believed in any of
them. Rumors such as Debbie was a mistress, that she was a lesbian, none of these he chose to
believe. For him, they were nothing but nonsense. Clouded with these thoughts, he didnât notice that
they had already reached their destination.
As they reached her villaâs porch, he tried to carry her near the door.
Even before he could reach the doorbell, a limo came into a halt with flashing signals.
Immediately, a distinguished-looking man in a white shirt got out of the car from the back seat, casting
him cold looks.
âWho is this arrogant man?â he thought, furrowing his brows. âDoes he know Debbie? What is his
relationship with her?â More questions popped into Gregoryâs head.
Without taking a second glance, the man continued to head towards the villa. Gregory examined him
up and down, trying to figure out who he was. The man looked familiar, he thought, but his face didnât
ring a bell. His alluring posture gave him a feeling that he was someone he shouldnât associate with.
On the other hand, the man walked straight towards the villa. As he was about to get in, Gregory called
out hastily, âHello, mister.â Puzzled,
Carlos turned his head and looked into the young manâs eyes, not uttering a single word.
âGood evening, mister. I know this might sound forwards, but what is your relationship with Debbie?â he
asked, gathering all his courage.
Thinking that he could be her brother, he asked politely. Little did he know his real relationship with
Debbie.
Carlosâ eyes widened when he heard her name. It was only until then did he notice that the girl
wrapped in his arms was his wife, Debbie.
Stunned from the stated she was in, âWhat happened to her?â he asked as he walked his way towards
Gregory and Debbie. As Carlos moved towards them, immediately, Gregory felt the intimidating and
arrogant aura pressing towards him. It was an aura that only older, mature men possessed. The way
he walked looked even prominent for Gregory.
âHe seems concerned for her, â he thought. âI must be right. He must be
Debbieâs brother.â Carlos reached out his hand to pull her towards him.
Obediently, Gregory understood and handed her to him and said, âOne of our classmates threw a
birthday party. She mustâve drunk more than she could handle.â âWhy drink more than you could
handle?â Carlos said, pulling Debbie towards him. Now that the man was near, Gregory took a close
look at him and knew that he was someone well-off.
As he pulled her in, a strong stench filled his nose. Carlos winced in disgust from both Debbieâs smell
and the sight of her wasted state.
âAre you her classmate?â he suddenly asked in a deep tone, furrowing his brows.
Politely, Gregory nodded and answered with a smile, âYes I am. I shouldâve taken good care of her.â
After saying this, he looked around and noticed the night getting darker.
âWell, brother, I should better take my leave. Have a good night then.â
âBrother? Who is he referring to? Me?â Carlos raised one of his brows.
No longer bothering by what he meant, he returned a nod to the young man and carried Debbie
towards the villa.
As soon as he stepped inside, Debbie, who was in his arms, started to become restless. Her cheeks
were crimson red, and the scent of alcohol dominated over her. At this sight, Carlosâ face blackened
with anger.