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.

"What's Edgar playing at? Is he just messing with

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

headed to the practice field. He was

shoulder made him turn. Expecting to see Debra, he was met with Freya's awkward gaze. "Are you waiting for someone?"

and persisted, "Are you waiting for

off her hand. "We're not close.

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

up!" Oscar growled,

Miss George was the most high-minded and prideful among

with accusation. "Oscar, you were waiting

you two a

"No," Oscar stated firmly.

voice a low hiss. "I told you. Edgar can't have a girlfriend.

"Don't limit yourself so rigidly. Does it concern you what he chooses

usually so composed, found