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, or does he have

and knife and cleared his plate.

checked the time and headed to the

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, trying to

arm and persisted, "Are you

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

Oscar. I don't want you to be deceived. Debra is married

growled, his patience wearing

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

frowned, her voice laced with accusation. "Oscar,

you two a couple?"

"No," Oscar stated firmly.

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

limit yourself so rigidly. Does it

Freya, usually so composed, found