Burning Passion: Love Never Die
Chapter 1383

The man was dressed in a white woollen sweater, black leisure trousers and a black overcoat. He washandsome, but his eyes radiated disturbingly cold calmness. One glimpse at him, and you’d neverforget that face.

Next to him, the little girl was holding a doll in her hand, her straight hair done up. She was wearing thesame style overcoat as the man, with a belt tied around her waist and a pair of light-colored princessshoes.

They stood there, holding each other’s hands. With the artistic buildings of Paris in the background,they looked like figures from a breath-taking oil painting.

Some passers-by took out their phones and began snapping pictures of them. Debbie heard someonemarvel in Chinese, “Wow, he’s so hot. Is he a model? Is that his daughter? I wonder who the motheris.”

Debbie tittered under her breath. ‘Of course, that’s his daughter, and

I’m the mother, ‘ she thought proudly.

“Debbie, do you know them?” the foreigner asked curiously.

She nodded, without taking her eyes off the father and daughter duo.

“My ex-husband and my daughter,” she said with a sigh.

A N G E L A ‘s L I B R A R Y

The man threw a glance at Carlos and asked, “I heard from someone that your ex is the CEO of aninternational group. Is that him?”

“Yeah.” Debbie waved to her daughter.

Evelyn instantly broke free from Carlos and began walking towards her mother.

Debbie squatted and stretched out her arms, expecting the little girl to run and jump into her embrace.

However, she didn’t.

Debbie squatted there, embarrassed, as she watched her daughter gracefully walk towards her withthe doll in her hands. Debbie was still in a daze as Evelyn walked up to her and gave her a hug.

“Mommy,

I miss you.”

Debbie wanted to cry and scream. ‘Why is my dear baby becoming as cold as her dad? She’s onlythree years old!”

Kids, they say, are easily influenced by the adults whom they spend most time with. Evelyn had beenstaying with Miranda and Carlos for a while and now, she had become as aloof as those two.

She scooped her daughter up and pecked a kiss on her cheek. Then she turned to her friend andintroduced, “This is my daughter, Evelyn

Baby, say hi to Davis.”

The foreigner greeted Evelyn cheerfully, “Hi little girl, my name is

Davis. Nice to meet you!”

Evelyn smiled politely and waved her hand at him.

“Good evening, Davis