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

Debra yelped as the hot pot burned her hand. The sharp pain made her gasp, and she quickly grabbed her earlobes to cool down. "What happened?"

Juan rushed into the kitchen, immediately noticing her hand. Without hesitation, he took hold of it and pulled her over to the sink to run it under cold water. She glanced at Juan and then down at his hand.

Realizing how forward he'd been, Juan awkwardly let go.

"Uh, you can take care of it."

Debra continued rinsing her hand, unfazed by his sudden withdrawal.

Juan, still flustered, said, "I'll get you some ointment."

He hurried out of the kitchen, heading to the living room in search of a first aid kit.

From the kitchen, Debra called out, "If you can't find it, don't worry about it."

As expected, there wasn't any burn cream in the kit. Juan frowned, but Debra wasn't bothered.

She walked back into the kitchen, grabbed a tube of toothpaste, and began applying it to the burn. Juan reentered the room just in time to see it.

"What are you doing?"

burns too. No need for

tube in disbelief. He had never heard of

prepared herself for playing the full-time

"Sure."

still keeping an eye on her burned hand. The moment he stepped out of the kitchen, he

the crew get some ointment

"Right away, sir."

emerged from the bathroom, Juan added, "Tell them to hurry up. It must be

noticed Juan acting suspiciously. She furrowed her brow and asked, "What are you doing?" "Nothing," Juan replied, putting away his phone with a

didn't dwell on it. Her sole focus was to finish her tasks quickly

swr

the doorbell ring. She walked to the door and opened it to find a delivery person standing outside. The delivery person swiftly

Debra tried to call out, but

and then Juan, who was busy tidying up the table in the living

seemed nice,

service couldn't be this efficient.