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Burning Passion: Love Never Die

Chapter 417
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Nothing to worry about, Debbie bent down to finally get in the car.

Suddenly a man in navy blue ethnic clothes called from behind her,

“Debbie, wait!”

Debbie turned around. The village head’s son was running towards her.

It occurred to Debbie that she had said goodbye to everyone but him.

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“Just a minute,” she muttered quietly to the man inside the car.

Before Carlos could protest or ask what was going on, she had shut the car door and was walking towards the young man, who was breathless from all the running.

“Debbie, are you Leaving?” he Looked at her sadly. From the way he was sulking and the way he looked at her, affection was visible clear as daylight.

“Yes,” Debbie replied with a nod.

“My My family has cto pickup. It was nice meeting you. Keep in touch.” Debbie didn’t want to break his heart Like that and corrected herself.

The young man took out a sachet from his pocket and handed it to her.

“I made something for you. It’s a silver accessory. I want you to keep it as a souvenir.”

Debbie looked at the sachet in surprise. It was meaningful, she knew that. Reflexively, she tried to decline it.

“Thank you from the bottom of my heart. But it’s a very big gesture and I can’t take it.”

“It may be worth little, but I will be glad if you take it. It would mean a lot to me.”

Debbie didn’t know what to say. She was saved by Emmett who walked towards her at this point.

“Mrs. Hilton, Carlos is waiting. It’s tto go,” he reminded her with a smile.

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“Mrs. Hilton?’ The young man was surprised and confused. He knew what that form of address meant.

“Are you married?” he asked in disbelief.

“Yes, I am,” she admitted shortly.

“Thank you for taking such great care ofthese days. My husband is waiting. I have to go.”

The young man watched the woman he had fallen for get in the car, heartbroken.

The fancy cars drove away one after another. From the rearview mirror,

Debbie could see him standing there alone. She felt sad to see him so heartbroken.

She had only stayed in the village for a couple of days, but the villagers had been so nice to her, and the village head’s family deserved a special mention. It was unfair that the young man had to face such heartbreak even after being so nice to her.