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.

he just messing with us,

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

time and headed to the practice field.

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

his arm and persisted, "Are you waiting

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

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

Oscar growled, his patience wearing

strolled over with a scoff. "I thought Miss George was the most high-minded and prideful among the trainees and wouldn't gossip. It

frowned, her voice laced with accusation. "Oscar, you

two a

"No," Oscar stated firmly.

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

rigidly. Does it concern you what he

usually so composed, found