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…’

room, Debbie lugged the bags upstairs to her bedroom first. He had wanted to help her carry the luggage upstairs, but she

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 would mean

items for making egg tarts. Looking at the clean kitchen, Debbie felt at a

to her that this situation was similar to what her husband had done a few days ago. That night, Carlos cooked

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

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

proved again that Debbie wouldn’t be a good housewife. Now, she had poured too much egg custard into some of the tart tins and it spilled out. And then again, her elbow accidentally swept some of the tart tins off

the kitchen. He asked with worry, “Need my

said,

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

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 was definitely asking

groaned and