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?"

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

director sighed. "Hardly. I think we need

buzzed. It was a message from

you're not cooperating with the

Debra was speechless.

[Just a heads up. If they don't get enough footage, you'll be stuck on that island

of extending her time on this island made Debra jump up from the

to him. "Are you

meals, and he particularly disliked fast food. He had barely touched the pasta in front of him, taking

he wasn't the least bit

earnest eyes, he found himself saying, "No, I'm

by the arm and pulling

at

rummaging through the refrigerator for ingredients. Despite his initial hesitation, he dutifully went

beef but little else

to make a

to the