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

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cts you of having an affair, Such a petty guy worth it

Erica wiped her mouth and said, Just dump him and marry someone else."

"Someone else?" Debra said.

"I think my cousin is not bad. Why don't you two give it a try?" Erica replied frankly.

Debra almost spat out her bubble tea. "It won't work out."

"Why not? Isn't Marion cute? He's way better than Juan

"I didn't say he's not cute."

"In terms of money and power, Juan and he are evenly matched!"

"These don't matter." Debra shook her head. "Feelings aren't something you force."

"Yikes, no hope for Marion!" Erica lamented and asked. "So, how do you feel about him? Don't you like him?"

"Not exactly liking. I think he is nice."

Erica nodded. That meant Marion still had a chance.

In her pocket, the screen of her phone flashed. Marion had been listening from the other end of the phone, Marion hung up the phone and furrowed his brow. Eating beside him, Randy asked, "Why the long face? What did Erica say

"How to develop feelings?" Marion suddenly said.

"Huh?" Randy asked, "Why did she ask you that?"

Marion frowned. "How to do it?"

to you?"

"Just stick with her. Your persistence will pay off." Randy added, "What's going on? Is Erica dating again?"

"No," Marion replied. "It's a friend of mine who told me the girl he likes doesn't feel the same way about- him."

"Your friend, or you?"

Marion glanced at Randy, who raised his hands in surrender. "Okay, never mind."Exclusive © material by Nô(/v)elDrama.Org.

Marion chewed over Randy's words and suddenly caught sight of the pasta on the table. "I thought you didn't like pasta.

"Yeah, Erica likes it. She asked me to get her some, and I kept this to try it out."

"Is it good?"

"It's alright and a bit mushy." Randy shook his head. "Last time Erica asked me to get her a durian cake. Her taste is really hard to understand."

Marion pondered. "I think I know the answer."

"What answer?" Randy was confused.

The next morning, Debra was awakened by a knock on the door. She opened it to find the security guard delivering a package. "Ms. Frazier, here is your package." "Mine?"

"Sent by a friend of yours."

"My friend?"

"Who's so noisy early in the morning?"

Erica woke up, scratched her head, and glanced sleepily at the box on the floor. "What's that?"

"I don't know. Let's open it and see," Debra replied, equally curious.

She opened the box, and a familiar smell wafted out.

Debra froze, and Erica sniffed, "Is it... durian?"