Chapter 591
Burning Passion: Love Never Die
In the sapphire Porsche, Debbie wasnât able to contact anyone because her phone died. She hadnât
had a chance to charge it, and 12 hours was a long flight. Yet, she didnât want to talk to Hayden either.
The only thing she could do was lean toward the window and look out of it, watching the world go by.
Hayden had been talking about work with his assistant the whole way. He hadnât intended to interrupt
Debbie either. He respected her space, and sometimes it was just enough for him to catch a glimpse of
her. They were downtown before he finally took the initiative to talk to her. But this time, he had a pretty
important question to ask.
âWhereâs your house?â
Debbie hesitated at the question. âShould I go back to the manor?
Carlos and Megan are probably there already.â Not in the mood to see
Megan, she replied, âPlease drive me to Esastin Villa.â
Hayden raised his eyebrows.
âOh, what a coincidence! I have a house there too he said to Debbie. He turned to his assistant.
âAlfred,
Iâll stay in Esastin Villa tonight. Have someone ready the house for me,â he instructed.
âYes, Hayden.â
Debbieâs breath caught in her throat. If she had known he had a house there too, she wouldnât have
rattled off that destination.
Even so, they remained silent again all the way to Esastin Villa. She didnât feel much like talking, and
she was hoping Carlos wouldnât figure out where she was right now, or that sheâd caught a ride with
Hayden.
A few moments later, the Porsche pulled up in front of Debbieâs previous villa. Hayden personally
helped her remove her Luggage from the trunk.
Debbie reached out her hands for the Luggage while saying, âThank you for the ride, Hayden.
Goodbye!â
Instead of handing the Luggage to her, Hayden suggested, âI figured out what you could do to repay
me for the ticket. You used to make the most wonderful egg tarts. I havenât had any in a long time. How
about you make some for me now? Then we go our separate ways, and you owe me nothing. What do
you think?â
Frankly, this was rather a far-fetched excuse. He knew it, and so did
Debbie. It was just an excuse to spend more time with her. And she didnât want to do that. She wanted
to talk to her friends, and be alone with her thoughts. Hayden was a constant-and dangerousâ
distraction.
Of course Debbie turned him down and refused bluntly, âIf I recall correctly, you donât Like egg tarts, do
you? On top of that, I donât know how to make egg tarts. I think Iâd better buy you a meal some other
time.â
The truth was, she could make egg tarts if all the ingredients were ready-made. There were pre-made
egg custard, pastries and tart tins sold in the supermarket. She just needed to fill the tart tins with the
egg custard and put them into an oven to bake for a while. But she didnât feel Like doing that now. She
didnât have the energy to do much at all.
Back when she and Hayden were dating, she had once made egg tarts for him. But heâd just looked at
the egg tarts with contempt in his eyes without taking a bite.
âDeb, I didnât cherish what we had. Iâve been regretting ever since.
Please, Iâm not asking much now. And weâre already at the door of your house. Donât refuse me,
please?â Hayden stared at her expectantly
Debbie pulled a long face, annoyed.