NovelEnglishIn the sapphire Porsche, Debbie wasn’t able to contact anyone because her phone died. She hadn’t had a chance to charge it, and 12 hours was a long flight. Yet, she didn’t want to talk to Hayden either. The only thing she could do was lean toward the window and look out of it, watching the world go by.
Hayden had been talking about work with his assistant the whole way. He hadn’t intended to interrupt Debbie either. He respected her space, and sometimes it was just enough for him to catch a glimpse of her. They were downtown before he finally took the initiative to talk to her. But this time, he had a pretty important question to ask.
“Where’s your house?”
Debbie hesitated at the question. ‘Should I go back to the manor?
Carlos and Megan are probably there already.’ Not in the mood to see
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtMegan, she replied, “Please driveto Esastin Villa.”
Hayden raised his eyebrows.
“Oh, what a coincidence! I have a house there too he said to Debbie. He turned to his assistant.
“Alfred,
I’ll stay in Esastin Villa tonight. Have someone ready the house for me,” he instructed.
“Yes, Hayden.”
Debbie’s breath caught in her throat. If she had known he had a house there too, she wouldn’t have rattled off that destination.
Even so, they remained silent again all the way to Esastin Villa. She didn’t feel much like talking, and she was hoping Carlos wouldn’t figure out where she was right now, or that she’d caught a ride with
Hayden.
A few moments later, the Porsche pulled up in front of Debbie’s previous villa. Hayden personally helped her remove her Luggage from the trunk.
Debbie reached out her hands for the Luggage while saying, “Thank you for the ride, Hayden. Goodbye!”
Instead of handing the Luggage to her, Hayden suggested, “I figured out what you could do to repay me for the ticket. You used to make the most wonderful egg tarts. I haven’t had any in a long time. How about you make sfornow? Then we go our separate ways, and you owenothing. What do you think?”
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmFrankly, this was rather a far-fetched excuse. He knew it, and so did
Debbie. It was just an excuse to spend more twith her. And she didn’t want to do that. She wanted to talk to her friends, and be alone with her thoughts. Hayden was a constant-and dangerous— distraction.
Of course Debbie turned him down and refused bluntly, “If I recall correctly, you don’t Like egg tarts, do you? On top of that, I don’t know how to make egg tarts. I think I’d better buy you a meal sother time.”
The truth was, she could make egg tarts if all the ingredients were ready-made. There were pre-made egg custard, pastries and tart tins sold in the supermarket. She just needed to fill the tart tins with the
egg custard and put them into an oven to bake for a while. But she didn’t feel Like doing that now. She didn’t have the energy to do much at all.
Back when she and Hayden were dating, she had once made egg tarts for him. But he’d just looked at the egg tarts with contempt in his eyes without taking a bite.
“Deb, I didn’t cherish what we had. I’ve been regretting ever since.
Please, I’m not asking much now. And we’re already at the door of your house. Don’t refuse me, please?” Hayden stared at her expectantly
Debbie pulled a long face, annoyed.
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