Chapter 405
Burning Passion: Love Never Die
Gail was seething in anger, while Gregory stayed calm. Seeing the exchange between them, Debbie
burst into Laughter. She walked closer to
Gregory and whispered in his ear, âGregory, thank you for the compliment.
But this girl is my cousin. Could you let her go, please?â Gregory was suddenly lost in a trance as he
breathed in her scent and gazed at her delicate face. He couldnât say anything in return.
Hearing no response from him, Debbie misinterpreted his expression and thought that he was angry
with her too. Embarrassed, she stepped back and stood at a distance from him.
Her gesture snapped Gregory back to his senses. Recalling what Debbie had asked, he said in a
haste, âRest assured, Debbie. Iâm not petty enough to try and get even with a girl. Iâm going back now.â
He quickly turned around and ran into the courtyard of one of the villagerâs house.
Soon after Gregory Left, Jared showed up and slowly walked towards her
With obvious worry in his eyes, he shouted, âDebbie, where have you been? Iâve been looking all over
for you since noon. Why are you just standing here? Arenât you cold? Thereâs a stove inside the house.
Come and warm yourself up.â
Debbie sniffled lightly. She felt touched by what all her friends did for her.
Gregory had defended her in front of Gail and now Jared was worried about her health. But somewhere
in her heart, she felt like something was lacking. She wondered what it was.
But she soon realized what she had been missing.
When Debbie was close enough to him, Jared whispered, âHey, I got some interesting news for you.
Carlos had apparently arranged for someone to tell the village head to give you special care. Did you
know about this? Okay, no need to answer that. I just saw a huge question mark pop up on your face.
You had no idea, did you? Your husband is really warm and caring.â Jared was so envious of Debbie at
that moment. She had received some electric appliances to keep warm at night, but he had nothing. He
only had a man to sleep together with in the same bed to keep warm, yet, the man wouldnât allow Jared
to hug him.
Debbie blinked her eyes, unable to process the information.
âWho told you this?â She had no idea at all. She couldnât believe that Carlosâ influence could reach
such a remote village.
âI heard it from the village head!â Jared replied. He had gone to the village headâs house in an attempt
to get an electric warming fan or at least, an electric blanket. Much to his disappointment, he hadnât
gotten anything. Perhaps, the only thing to help him keep warm now would be wine, which thankfully,
their hosts had supplied in plenty. So he joined the village head for a drink with the accompaniment of
some hearty talks. But the elder was no heavy drinker. Only a few glasses down and he dropped the
guard, turning into a blabbermouth.
In between his juicy tales, he let slip to Jared that someone had requested the villagers to give special
care to Debbie. Although he didnât know who that person was, he remembered someone mentioned
about a name âCarlosâ.
From the village headâs words, Jared could put two and two together
The surname Hilton was a rare name, and even across the city, there was only one âCarlosâ whose
influence could reach a remote village Like the
Southon Village.
Touched by Carlosâ gesture, Debbie flashed a sweet smile. But she didnât want to admit the happiness
exploding in her heart. Instead she faked a retort to Jared.
âNo, I donât think the village head was telling the truth.â
âOh, really? But I can see you smiling from ear to ear. Why donât you just admit that youâre on cloud
nine now?â Jared teased.
Debbie turned around and glared at him.
âJust go and do night running.
It will help you keep warm!â