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

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"Nichols, Debra, you both spoke so well just now. I really learned a lot," Shelia said.

Debra couldn't bring herself to smile.

Juan and Debra had been displaying their affection, and Shelia seemed to be hinting that it was all for

show.

She wasn't entirely wrong.

There had never been any genuine affection between Debra and Juan.

"It's crowded here. You should go back to school," Juan said coldly.

Debra was surprised because he had never spoken to Shelia like this before.

She wondered what had gotten into him today.

Soon, she figured it out. Juan must have been cautious because of the journalist's question earlier.

Shelia couldn't conceal her disappointment.

Since the night of her birthday, Juan had been distancing himself from her. Even though she had called him to explain the matter, it didn't help much. "Okay, I'll go back," Shelia agreed.

Juan saw Shelia's despondent expression and started to regret his harsh tone.

Watching Shelia walk away, Debra remarked, "A girl's heart is fragile. If you want to comfort her, go ahead.

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"You want me to comfort her?" Juan sounded skeptical.

"You've been sponsoring and training her, always treating her so kindly. The sudden change in your attitude would naturally upset her," Debra explained. Getting no response from him, she added, "Joe drives fast. If you don't hurry up, she'll be gone."

"No need to provoke me." Juan grabbed her hand and said indifferently, "My wife is you."

His remarks surprised Debra.

Juan then led her out of the event.

Debra looked up at his face and suddenly had a flashback to many years ago, when he took her hand for the first time and led her to go home.Content held by NôvelDrama.Org.

Perhaps Juan had forgotten that mischievous 12-year-old girl from the Frazier family.

Back then, Juan was still studying, just a 17-year-old boy.

It was also at that time that she dreamed of marrying someone as handsome as him someday.

But she was no longer a naïve young girl.

Debra pulled back the hand that Juan was holding.

Feeling the emptiness in his palm, Juan turned back and asked, "Is something wrong?"

"There are no journalists here, so no need to hold hands," Debra said dejectedly, her eyes dimming.

Juan couldn't find a suitable reason either. He had just acted on instinct.

"Let's go home," Debra said, walking away without waiting for him.

Juan didn't know what he had done wrong, but Debra's mood had suddenly soured.

He wondered if all women's moods were so unpredictable.

"Juan! Come down and drive!" Debra's voice echoed from the elevator.

Juan took a deep breath.

He found it harder and harder to understand her.

Meanwhile, Marion was holding a dart in his hand, a gloomy expression on his face as he threw it at the

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Instantly, the TV screen cracked open with several gashes.