Burning Passion: Love Never Die

Gail was seething in anger, while Gregory stayed calm. Seeing the exchange between them, Debbie burst into Laughter. She walked closer to

Gregory and whispered in his ear, “Gregory, thank you for the compliment.

But this girl is my cousin. Could you let her go, please?” Gregory was suddenly lost in a trance as he breathed in her scent and gazed at her delicate face. He couldn’t say anything in return.

Hearing no response from him, Debbie misinterpreted his expression and thought that he was angry with her too. Embarrassed, she stepped back and stood at a distance from him.

Her gesture snapped Gregory back to his senses. Recalling what Debbie had asked, he said in a haste, “Rest assured, Debbie. I’m not petty enough to try and get even with a girl. I’m going back now.”

He quickly turned around and ran into the courtyard of one of the villager’s house.

Soon after Gregory Left, Jared showed up and slowly walked towards her

where have you been? I’ve been looking all over for you since noon. Why are you just standing here? Aren’t

lightly. She felt touched by what all her friends did

worried about her health. But somewhere in her heart, she felt

realized what she had been

arranged for someone to tell the village head to give you special care. Did you know about this? Okay, no need to answer that. I just saw a huge question mark pop up on your face. You had no idea, did you? Your husband is really warm and caring.” Jared was so envious of Debbie at that moment. She had received some electric appliances to keep warm at night, but he had nothing. He only had a man to sleep

blinked her eyes, unable to process the

idea at all. She couldn’t believe that Carlos’ influence could

warming fan or at least, an electric blanket. Much to his disappointment, he hadn’t gotten anything. Perhaps, the only thing to help him keep warm now would be wine, which thankfully, their hosts had supplied in plenty. So he joined the village head for a drink with the accompaniment of some hearty talks. But the elder was no heavy drinker. Only a few glasses down

let slip to Jared that someone had requested the villagers to give special care to Debbie. Although he didn’t know who that person was, he remembered someone mentioned about a name

Jared could put

there was only one “Carlos” whose influence could reach a

Southon Village.