Burning Passion: Love Never Die

Before leaving they threatened Filberta that Percy’s wife would come home the next day and she would kill the bitch then.

Frightened to the core, Filberta left the office earlier than usual.

The other employees assumed that she might be too scared to come to work the next day.

No sooner had Wesley started the engine than Megan called. The car GPS displayed her name. Blair didn’t utter a word. She put her phone away, rested her head on the back of the seat and looked out the window.

The ringing stopped after two rings. Blair thought Wesley took the call. But there was silence in the car. He wasn’t speaking. She turned her head curiously. The car GPS window showed that the call had ended.

A moment later, his phone rang again. This time, she knew why. Wesley hung up on Megan. Content from NôvelDr(a)ma.Org.

Blair felt relieved and happy.

“Why did you hang up?” she asked.

“I’LL call her back later.” He knew that if he took Megan’s call at that moment, Blair would get mad again. So he decided not to answer

Megan’s call in Blair’s presence.

“Maybe you should answer it. She has called you twice. What if something has happened? Or maybe there is some emergency,” Blair said.

Wesley looked at her and said, “If you say so, then I’ll answer it.”

“O…okay,” she stammered. The moment he uttered those words, the happiness in her heart vanished.

Wesley smiled.

“I changed my mind,” he said.

A N G E L A ‘s L I B R A R Y

“I’m afraid if I take

Megan’s call, someone will throw a tantrum and insist on moving out again.”

Blair realized that he was making fun of her.

Flushing with embarrassment and anger, she grabbed his arm tight.

“IT you ridicule me again, I’ll pinch you hard,” she threatened. In fact, he was wearing thick clothes, and her pinches wouldn’t hurt that much.

So her threat didn’t have the effect she had expected.

“I think I know what kind of boyfriend you should have.”

A boyfriend? That wasn’t something she wanted to hear about, especially from him. She only wanted him. Still, she asked, “What kind?”

“You need someone tough. The kind that can endure pain, enormous pain,” he teased. She would raise her hand at Wesley whenever he said something wrong, hitting him and pinching him. He was afraid that if her future boyfriend wasn’t tough enough, he wouldn’t be able to bear it.

Blair withdrew her hand, pouting.