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. ‘Many people worked so hard in their whole lives but couldn’t afford such villas Exclusive content from NôvelDrama.Org.

Yet, she lives here? Who exactly is she?” 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 didn’t notice that they had already reached their destination.

As they reached her villa’s 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.

‘Who is this arrogant man?‘ he thought, furrowing his brows. ‘Does he know Debbie? What is his relationship with her?’ More questions popped into Gregory’s 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 didn’t ring a bell. His alluring posture gave him a feeling that he was someone he shouldn’t associate with.

On the other hand, the man walked straight towards the villa. As he was about to get in, Gregory called out hastily, “Hello, mister.” Puzzled,

Carlos turned his head and looked into the young man’s eyes, not uttering a single word.

“Good evening, mister. I know this might sound forwards, but what is your relationship with Debbie?” 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.

Carlos’ 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, “What happened to her?” 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.

“He seems concerned for her, ‘ he thought. ‘I must be right. He must be

Debbie’s brother.’ Carlos reached out his hand to pull her towards him.

Obediently, Gregory understood and handed her to him and said, “One of our classmates threw a birthday party. She must’ve drunk more than she could handle.” “Why drink more than you could handle?” 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 Debbie’s smell and the sight of her wasted state.

“Are you her classmate?” he suddenly asked in a deep tone, furrowing his brows.

Politely, Gregory nodded and answered with a smile, “Yes I am. I should’ve taken good care of her.” After saying this, he looked around and noticed the night getting darker.

“Well, brother, I should better take my leave. Have a good night then.”

“Brother? Who is he referring to? Me?” 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, Carlos‘ face blackened with anger.