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

Juan never guarded against Melody, who had brought him up.

But Debra knew what Melody was capable of.

In her previous life, her marriage to Juan was orchestrated by Melody.

Melody had tampered with the wine without telling her.

That was why she had avoided drinking earlier.

After searching fruitlessly, Debra was filled with doubt. "Could it be my imagination?"NôvelDrama.Org © 2024.

In the dead of night, she tossed and turned in bed, faintly hearing movement downstairs.

Since he started coming back often, Juan had cleaned up a guest room, and they had been sleeping in separate rooms like before.

Debra pushed open the door and found the light in the kitchen on.

She went down the stairs and saw Juan in a loose bathrobe, drinking cold water from the fridge.

"Juan?" she called out softly.

In the dim light, she vaguely saw him stiffen.

"Why are you out here?" he said, his voice hoarse. "Go back!"

His cheeks were unnaturally flushed, and she could tell something was wrong.

Panic clawed at Debra's throat. Juan was drugged.

"Are you okay?" She asked, standing still on the stairs.

For her, that was a safe distance.

"I'm fine," Juan said, trying to constrain himself. "Go back to your room!"

Debra swiftly retreated to her room.

She wasn't foolish enough to provoke Juan at such a critical moment.

Suddenly, the sound of breaking glass came from downstairs.

Debra was startled and immediately opened the door. Outside, Juan was lying on the ground, unable to get up.

"Juan!" She rushed up.

The floor was covered with broken glass.

Juan was barely conscious. Debra placed her hand on his cheek and felt the heat.

In the next instant, he grabbed her wrist tightly.

Debra was startled, regretting coming out at such a moment.

His grip on her was tight. His throat was dry, his body feverish. To him, Debra's soft hand felt like dew that could quench his thirst.

"Is this what you want?" Juan croaked, rattling her.

He took the opportunity to pin her down on the floor and stare at her.

Debra was stunning, with full lips and eyes tinged with fear. Anyone would be tempted to tease her.

He had never paid attention to these things before, but now Debra looked stunning. Even in the entire Seamar City, few socialites could compare to her. Influenced by drugs, Juan slowly leaned over, trying to quench his desire.

"Juan! Snap out of it!"

Juan paused for a moment, enraged by her words. "Snap out of it? Didn't you conspire with Grandma to drug me? Why this innocent face?"

"This has nothing to do with me!" Debra tried to explain.

But based on her previous efforts to please Melody, Juan would never believe her.

Sure enough, Juan exerted more force as he pinned her hands down.