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?"

works for burns too. No need for

in disbelief. He had never heard

again, he wasn't exactly the type to deal with minor household 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 on the stove? I'll be

"Sure."

hand. The moment he stepped out of the kitchen, he

the crew get some ointment delivered. Debra burned

"Right away, sir."

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

are you doing?" "Nothing," Juan replied, putting away

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

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and opened it to find a

call out, but the delivery person was already

ointment in her hand and then Juan, who was busy tidying

island seemed nice, but

couldn't be this efficient. It had only