Goodbye, Mr. Ex: I've Remarried Mr. Right

Debra sensed Juan's stiffness and squeezed her way in

Inside, the lights were dim, and there was a candlelit dinner table in the living room.

Debra was astounded.

Obviously, it was Melody's idea. That explained why Melody Insisted earlier that Juan take Debra home. This was her plan. "Debra, you've got some nerve."

"Not me."

Debra wanted to explain, but Juan threw down the bags and left without looking back.

But when he stepped, he found that the driver had driven away the car.

Debra fully understood Melody's intention. If she and Juan didn't stay together tonight, Melody would not give up.

"Don't bother." Debra said, "You sleep in the living room, and I'll sleep in the bedroom."Content property of NôvelDra/ma.Org.

Juan gave Debra a cold look. "I warn you not to play tricks."

With that, Juan walked into the house.

Seeing the disgust in Juan's eyes, Debra could only laugh at herself.

This is what you get for liking Juan, Debra. Even if you once liked him so much, in Juan's mind, you're just a woman playing dirty tricks. She didn't know she was so unbearable to Juan.

Debra walked to the table, looking at the dinner laid out

Juan might have no appetite, but she had been tired after accompanying Melody all day.

"You're not eating?"

"No appetite."

Juan sat on the couch, reading the newspaper.

Debra was just being polite. She had already started eating.

Noticing that Debra ignored him, Juan looked up.

He felt Debra was different from before, but he couldn't quite tell.

Debra sensed his gaze and looked up. "Do you want some?" "No."

"Then why are you looking at me?"

Juan looked away.

She surely had changed, becoming more detestable.

Debra glanced at the time on her phone.

She had planned to meet with Marion today, but because of Melody, she didn't make it.

She hoped Juan would leave soon so she could explain it to Marion.

About Aaron and that piece of land, she had a lot of things to ask Marion.

Juan's phone rang.

Debra looked over and saw the caller ID. It was Shelia,

"Hello?" Juan's voice softened.

Debra held her breath, listening intently.

"Mr. Nichols, I want to go to the hospital."

"Hospital? Is your injury serious?"

"Yes, it hurts a bit." Shelia's voice was weak.

Juan glanced at Debra, who was peeking in his direction. He took a deep breath and said, "I'll come over now."

With that, Juan hung up the phone.

Debra pretended to be eating with her head down. Juan said, "I have to go out for a bit."

"Shelia's call?" Debra asked.

"Shelia's ankle is injured, and I'm going to take her to the hospital."

Debra nodded. "Go ahead."

Juan was surprised by her easy agreement.