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.

playing at? Is he just messing with us, or does he have

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

time and headed to the practice

on his shoulder made him turn. Expecting to see Debra, he was met with Freya's awkward gaze. "Are you waiting for someone?" "It's none of your business," Oscar replied,

and persisted, "Are you waiting

shaking off her hand. "We're not

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

growled, his patience wearing

Miss George was the most high-minded and prideful among the trainees and wouldn't gossip. It seems I

with accusation.

you two a

"No," Oscar stated firmly.

hiss. "I told you.

yourself so rigidly. Does it concern you what he chooses

usually so composed,