Goodbye, Mr. Ex: I've Remarried Mr. Right by Czy Season

Henry, who had been worried about Eve, shouted, "Everyone, stop!"

His usual composure was thrown to the wind, replaced by a father's desperate cry.

The trainees, who had been relentlessly frog-jumping across the field, crumpled to the ground. Exhaustion clung to them like a second skin. "Let's see how you're going to make me lose money," Edgar said.

Debra smiled enigmatically, her eyes giving nothing away.

Edgar walked away, and Henry scurried after him.

By nightfall, the intense training had taken its toll. Everyone was too worn out to even lift their forks.

"My legs feel like they're made of lead."

"It's all Debra's fault. If she had just danced earlier, we wouldn't be in this mess."

The complaints echoed through the dining hall, but Debra was nowhere to be found.

Is he

his plate. Tomas shouted after him, "Hey! Is

the practice field. He was fifteen

on his shoulder made him turn. Expecting to see Debra, he was met with Freya's

grabbed his arm and persisted, "Are you waiting for

frowned, shaking off her hand. "We're not close. Stay out of my

don't want you to be deceived. Debra is married and still fooling around. How can you be

Oscar growled, his patience wearing

Debra strolled over with a scoff. "I thought Miss George was the most high-minded and prideful among the

laced with accusation. "Oscar, you were waiting for

two a couple?" Debra

"No," Oscar stated firmly.

turned to Debra, her voice a low hiss. "I told you. Edgar can't have

so rigidly. Does it

Freya, usually so composed,