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

Debra watched as Juan took over, opening the packages and boiling water.

It was obvious he wasn't used to doing this. As the water started to boil over, Juan stood frozen, unsure of how to react.

Debra calmly stepped in and turned off the stove. "Why don't you go wait outside?"

Seeing that she wasn't making a suggestion but more of a command, Juan nodded and left the kitchen.

Five minutes later, Debra walked into the living room with two plates of pasta. They sat down together, eating in silence. The tension between them hadn't eased; in fact, it had thickened. "I..."

Juan tried to speak, but Debra cut him off.

"Don't talk while you're eating."

Juan swallowed his words, focusing on his food. Debra, on the other hand, finished her pasta quickly, stood up, and headed to the kitchen to wash the dishes.

Andrew had sent her to the show, but he hadn't required her to cooperate.

In the control room, the director rubbed his temples in frustration. "Why is there zero interaction between them?"

way, we're barely going to have enough content for even a month," one

we need to

was a message from

[Heard you're not

Debra was speechless.

get enough footage, you'll be stuck

of extending her time on this island made Debra jump up

walked over to him.

meals, and he particularly disliked fast food. He had barely touched the pasta

he wasn't the least bit

earnest eyes, he found himself saying, "No,

grabbing him by the arm and pulling him back into the

down at the tomato

refrigerator for ingredients.

muttered, finding the beef

seasonings. She decided to make a tomato and beef stew, which

to the script, today