Chapter 88
Burning Passion: Love Never Die
Chapter: 89
Soon after, he Lit another cigarette and continued smoking again
Debbie was overwhelmed with anxious thoughts. âSay something, okay?
Whatever you want to do to me, just go ahead and say it! Donât leave me in suspense!â
After a brief pause, she broke the silence.
âCarlos, Iâll go and fetch some fruits for you.â With a flattering smile, she eagerly looked at the man in
front of her, waiting for his response.
However, a few minutes passed, and he still hadnât said anything.
Disappointed, Debbie furrowed her eyebrows and walked towards the kitchen.
She took out an avocado, some cherries and some grapes, and arranged them nicely on a plate.
Before long, she came out of the kitchen and placed the plate on the table in front of him.
âUm, please have some fruits.â Debbie gave him a gentle smile and handed him a fruit fork.
Yet, silence still lingered over the room like an impending doom.
Carlos threw the cigarette butt into the ashtray and Looked back at her, completely ignoring the fact
that she had been holding a fork in her hand for him.
Carlos had always treated Debbie like a child instead of his wife. ALL he wanted was for her to be a
good person with a proper education, but he had gotten in way over his head.
Finally, she grew impatient of keeping her hand raised for such a long time.
âNever mind!â She threw the fork back onto the plate.
âWhat do I have to do to appease him? I have never fawned on anyone at university.
However, I spent 188 thousand on a present for him just to make him happy. Why is he still so angry at
me? Did I spend all that money for nothing? It seems to me that his attitude towards me hasnât
changed one bit. I canât keep buying him presents to make him happy. It isnât feasible, â Debbie
reflected.
Carlos raised an eyebrow, and looked at the fork Debbie had thrown onto the fruit tray with an
expressionless face. âFinally she canât take it anymore. I just want her to behave like an upstanding
citizen of society. Is that too much to ask for?â
âGo to your room. You are grounded for one week!â Carlos shifted his stern gaze towards her.
âGrounded for one week? Youâve got to be kidding me!â Debbieâs eyes and her mouth were frozen wide
open in an expression of stunned surprise.
She would rather have him give her a tongue-lashing or a good flogging instead of keeping her
confined at home.
âI object!â She walked towards Carlos, pouting willfully.
Object? The word was alien to Carlosâ ears. No one had ever dared to defy him before.
Without hesitation, he cast a cold glance at the girl standing in front of him and said, âDenied.â
His tone sounded even colder than the expression on his face.
For a moment, Debbie wanted to give up the fight. Judging by the look on his face, she thought it would
be a cold day in hell before he would agree to withdraw his punishment.