Burning Passion: Love Never Die

hapter: 151

I already bit on it..

As if he didn’t hear her, Carlos picked up a napkin and wiped the the corners of
his mouth. After swallowing, he took his sweet time, before finally replying, “I
knew you had bitten on it.”

Blushing now, Debbie was lost for words.

Every time she finished a piece of pizza, Carlos would add another slice to her
plate.

Apparently, she must have been very hungry. She went through the food faster
than a hot knife through butter.

It was only when she realized she had wiped all the plates clean that she felt
embarrassed.

“Did I eat too much?” she murmured. Wasn't that too much food for someone to
finish in one sitting?

She felt even more embarrassed. Anyway, she chose to focus on Carlos.

That guilty trip she was starting on was not necessary for now.

“Uh-huh.” She hesitated, trying to find the right reaction to Carlos’ admission.
Why had he changed his mind to bite on her pizza, which he thought was too
cheap for his sophisticated tastes?

Again her mind went back to how much she had eaten, while he watched.

“It's up to him, if he wants to compare me to his many girls who only nibble at
food, “ she dismissively thought.

None of that was important to Carlos, though. Like a gentleman, he picked up a
serviette and wiped the rice at the corner of her mouth.

“A good appetite is a blessing,” he commented.

To see if he was kidding, Debbie studied him up and down. However, from the
look on his face, she realized he must have been as serious as her life.

“Oh, that's so kind of you,” she said, giggling like a teenage girl in love.

On second thought, however, she told herself not to get carried away.

There was nothing special about Carlos’ words. Her father had always said the
same. ALL the same, she began to feel at ease in his presence again.

When they walked out of the restaurant, it was about 10 o'clock in the evening.
Carlos went to a nearby convenience store, bought two bottles of water and
handed her one.

“Rinse your mouth,” he suggested.

“Um, okay. Thank you,” Debbie murmured as she took the water bottle from
Carlos.

Before she could remove the cap, Carlos had already rinsed his mouth and drunk
up the water. Out of curiosity, she asked, “Were you that thirsty?”

“There's a residual taste of durian in my mouth.”

“What?! He dislikes durian? Then why did he eat the pizza using my fork? Since
he loathes Durian, I've an interesting idea!