Burning Passion: Love Never Die
Chapter 503

Debbie now started to understand how these people were related to each other.

Wade was Lewis’ dad, Carlos’ uncle. He and Lewis’ mom, Miranda Swain, had no daughters, onlythree sons.

Their first born, Frasier Hilton, was kind and honest. Both he and his wife, Gloria Myers, wereprofessors.

Their second son, Brooks, was a lawyer. Being a hothead, he tended to go from one extreme to theother. But his heart was in the right place.

He was soft-hearted. His wife, Connie Foster, was a photographer.

The youngest son was Lewis, who wasn’t married and had tons of girlfriends. All playboys, yet Lewiswas different from Damon and

Jared. The Hilton brothers had new girlfriends from time to time, but they weren’t lewd. Lewis, however,was disgusting, despicable, lewd, and a total loser. He dated many different women at the same time.The other day, he was almost engaged to Portia. But then he split that one off. And Portia was better offnot being around him.

Carlos had warned Debbie to stay away from Lewis whenever she saw him.

Back in the present, Wade’s remark annoyed James.

“I’m not crippled.

Why do I need anyone to take me to the dining room?

They started to take seats around the table. Debbie sat next to Carlos.

Connie came to Debbie and wanted to sit next to her, but someone beat her to the punch. It was Lewis.He rushed to the chair and elbowed

Connie away.

“Debbie, I didn’t expect you to come here for New Year’s.

It’s been only a couple of days, but you’re even more beautiful than the last time I saw you,” he saidimpishly.

“Ahem!” Someone coughed heavily, interrupting Lewis. Debbie turned to look, only to replace that Lewis’mom, Miranda, was staring at her youngest son coldly.

Lewis was afraid of his mom. He grinned and said, “I know, I know. More eating, Less talking.

” Finally, dinner began.

At the table, Megan busied herself with picking up food and Ladling soup for grandma. The old lady justcouldn’t stop laughing. It looked as if they were grandma and granddaughter .

Then suddenly, Megan looked at Carlos and said, “Uncle Carlos, I would like some of the salt-bakedchicken.” The bratty charm was obvious in her voice, as if you could see it.

Debbie looked at the dish Megan mentioned. It was right in front of

Carlos. Since she asked, Carlos picked up the serving chopsticks and grabbed some chicken for her.

“Thank you, Uncle Carlos.” Megan smiled like a sunflower, at which

Carlos simply nodded.