Burning Passion: Love Never Die

“I don’t have any ingredients at home.”

He immediately turned to his assistant and instructed, “Go to a nearby supermarket and buy a full set of egg tart ingredients and tools. And a new oven too. Be quicl

“Yes, Hayden.”

Debbie was at a loss for words. Hayden was becoming bolder and more annoying now. He had always done something that made her hard to turn him down. Now he was not only buying all the ingredients for egg tarts but a brand new oven as well. Never let it be said that he wasn’t one for grand gestures.

Eventually, she opened the gate of the villa and allowed him in. Julie and the other housemaids were still on a vacation of the new year and hadn’t come back yet.

Debbie impatiently Led Hayden into the Living room. In an angry voice, she warned, “Just sit there and wait. Don’t speak to me. Or else I’IL spread your nose across your face!” She raised her fist in front of him as she said it.

Hayden laughed and nodded. Inside, he felt remorseful again. ‘She’s so cute when she’s like this! What an idiot I was! I’ve lost her…’

Debbie lugged the bags upstairs to her bedroom first.

sent him home. But there was always a small part of her that wanted to care for the smallest parts of his soul. He was like a Lost child now, and seemed as pitiful as anything else. However, Letting him help her with the bags

his assistant had bought all the needed items for making egg tarts. Looking at the clean kitchen, Debbie felt at a loss. ‘What should I do

That night, Carlos cooked noodles for Megan, and now, she was going to make desserts for Hayden. She smiled

anyone saw this, they might think I’m deliberately doing this

shook off all these thoughts and began to wash the tools. Then, she clumsily placed the crust on the tart tins and

spilled out. And then again, her elbow accidentally swept some of the tart tins off the table onto the floor. The kitchen was already a mess even before she put

the kitchen. He asked with worry, “Need

nodded and said,

box and took out the new oven. Quickly glancing over the instruction book, he switched it on and

the unbaked egg tarts on a tray. Steadying the tray in her hands, she carefully moved it to the oven. When she drew back her hands, her bare left hand accidentally touched the hot oven grilling pan. With no oven mitt, she

groaned