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

stared at the tube in disbelief.

issues. Debra had probably expected as much and mentally prepared herself for playing the full-time housekeeper role during this filming. "All right. If you don't mind, could you keep an eye

"Sure."

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

crew get some ointment delivered. Debra burned her

"Right away, sir."

to hurry up. It must

She furrowed her brow and asked, "What are you doing?" "Nothing," Juan replied, putting

dwell on it. Her sole focus was to finish her tasks quickly and end her duties as a caretaker for

swr

to find a delivery person standing outside. The delivery person

but the delivery

Juan, who was busy tidying

island seemed nice, but

service couldn't be this efficient. It

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