Burning Passion: Love Never Die

But she didn’t want to complain, because she had seen Jared’s and

Dixon’s rooms too. Compared to their rooms, hers was much better. The conditions were indeed terrible. The room was simple with only a wooden bed, a rickety table, a chair, a broken desk and an old wardrobe.

Everything was seen at a glance.

The only thing to comfort Debbie was that there was a new and clean set of bedding. She counted herself lucky for that.

It was getting darker outside. After dropping off their own Luggage at their different rooms, the group gathered at the village head’s house and had dinner together.

The village head had prepared enough food for the guests. On the long table, various dishes were served, everything from fresh farm ingredients. There was rabbit meat, turkey, pork and fish. ALL generously provided by farmers across the village. Although the dishes didn’t look all that decorated, the aroma aroused Debbie’s appetite.

After a moment of hesitation, Gregory finally picked his chopsticks and took a bite. But the other girls sat still, sipping at their cups of hot tea, to get some warmth. Gus and Jared, both born into aristocracy, kept killing time by playing games on their phones, without even lifting their chopsticks. Debbie couldn’t help but nudge Jared, and persuaded in a hushed voice, “Jared, eat something. Show some respect to the villagers!”

women who volunteered to prepare the meals. ‘The villagers would find it insulting, if we don’t eat,

Jared pursed his lips, put his phone aside and grabbed his

his phone. Unimpressed by his aloofness, Debbie rolled

team leader, Dixon, realized it was incumbent on him

indifference and maybe discourage anyone who might have similar thoughts. So when all the villagers went outside, he rose

for us. Maybe these foods are not good enough for you guys, but for them, these are the best. Probably, they will only have the chance

him

But

to charge our phones tonight?” she

that would destruct

understood what Debbie meant to

answered, his gaze