Chapter 748
Burning Passion: Love Never Die
For a moment, Carlos went silent again. She could tell she said something wrong. She was also sure
heâd let her know about it. âSo thatâs what all this is about.â
âHee hee, Mr. Handsome.
âDebbie!â her husband snapped.
âYeah?â she replied immediately.
âSo itâs about Emmett again. Do you remember how many times youâve tried to get me to go easy on
him?â Every time Emmett made a mistake, she would plead with Carlos for him, sweeter and softer
than ever. She wouldnât even do that for herself. But she liked the guy. He was well-meaning, no matter
what.
â Debbie pleaded with a giggle.
âI just donât want him in trouble because of me. He helped me out. And you didnât thank him but instead
plan to exile him to some remote village. Thatâs not fair.â
âHe deserves it,â Carlos said firmly.
His stubbornness frustrated Debbie.
âAlright, I wonât take up more of your time. Bye, Carlos.â Her tone became icy cold.
Carlos rubbed his throbbing temples. Before she hung up, he said,
âOkay, okay. Heâs not in hot water anymore. Happy?
ââ Debbie said joyfully, âThank you, honey. Muah!â
Carlos let out a silent sigh.
âAnd donât think you can get away with this again. You know this pisses me off!â he warned.
âNo problem. I promise I wonât do it again. Honey, youâre the best.â
Her voice was sweet as candy.
After hanging up the phone, Debbie turned to look out the car window.
The scenery was so different than in China. All sorts of things from farms to little communities could be
seen on the drive. Half an hour later, the car rolled to a stop in front of a building in Manchester, where
her apartment was
It was an upscale 17-floor block of flats located in the heart of the city center. Close to all sorts of
businesses from chains to mom and pop shops, she was truly set if she wanted to step out for a bite to
eat or do some shopping. What was more, it was a short walk to a bus stop.
The entrance was framed by a row of beautiful colonnades, and sheâd have to head through an ornate
set of double doors of chestnut stain with elaborate glass work. Just when Debbie located the entrance,
checking it against the address, and strode to the doors, a plump white-haired Chinese woman
happened to be walking that way.
The older woman quickened her pace, trying to catch up to Debbie.
âExcuse me, are you Mrs. Hilton?â
Debbie nodded.
âYes, and you are?â