Chapter 722

The indoor heating system worked very well. When Debbie left the building, cold air pressed against

her skin. The chill raised goosebumps, and she was immediately uncomfortable.

She pulled her cloak around her with shivering hands. She let the wool do its work and keep her warm-

Emilio Pucci had designed this one well.

Debbie stopped to take a deep breath of fresh air, then sat on a swing, pulled her phone out of her

purse, and began to play on it.

Before she could open WeChat, a familiar voice broke the silence.

“Deb!”

Sighing in defeat, she raised her head to see Hayden making his way over to her.

Without responding, she lowered her head again to play with her phone.

She wasn’t in the mood for a conversation.

Hayden didn’t mind her indifference at all-he was used to the cold shoulder. He stood before her, took

something out of his pocket and held it out to her.

In the palm of his hand was a pair of delicate and exquisitely crafted ear studs, dazzling in the

afternoon sun.

Debbie was stunned.

“Okay, what is this?” she asked.

“I can’t forget the time we’d spent together. You used to wear earrings like these. When I saw them at

the expo, I had to buy them. Go ahead.

Try them on,” he suggested.

Debbie kicked the ground, and the swing began to sway.

“Thank you, Mr.

Hayden, but I’m good. I can’t take these, but your fiancee might really dig them.”

Had she worn ear studs like these? She couldn’t remember, but Hayden could. ‘Does that mean he

really Loved me?” she mused.

Hayden grabbed the rope of the swing to stop it from moving, which snapped Debbie out of her reverie.

Despite her reluctance, he offered, “I can put them on for you. They’ll look really good.” After he had

reunited with Debbie, he had longed to buy her a gift, but hadn’t found anything appropriate. Now he

had found the perfect gift and the perfect time to give it to her

“Are you deaf, Hayden? I said no!” Debbie decided that sticking around was the last thing she wanted.

She got to her feet and started towards the building.

Hayden heaved a sigh, contemplating the ear studs in his hand. Finally, he put them back in his pocket.

He grabbed for her wrist, and guided her back to the swing.

“Okay, okay. Don’t get mad. Why don’t you play on the swing? Hand me your purse, and I’ll push you.

Come on, you know you want to.”

“No!” Debbie cried. But Hayden snatched her purse anyway and pushed her hard. The swing flew

forward. She had to hold on to the ropes tightly to avoid falling off.

“Dammit! If you push me again, I’ll jump off!” she threatened. Now everyone knew she was Carlos’

wife. If she were seen with Hayden,