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?"

for even a month," one of

think we

was a

you're not cooperating

Debra was speechless.

heads up. If they don't get enough footage, you'll be stuck on that island even longer. Your

island made Debra jump up from the couch. Juan, watching

over to him.

particularly disliked fast food. He had barely touched the pasta in

truth was, he wasn't the least

Debra's earnest eyes, he found himself saying, "No,

pulling him back into the kitchen.

at

hand, then looked over at Debra rummaging through the refrigerator for

beef but

with seasonings. She decided to make a tomato and

to the