Debra suddenly sneezed as she sat on the bus, heading back.

"Damn, who's talking behind my back?"

Then she felt a hand touch her forehead. Looking up, she found Juan standing over her, his expression serious.

"You're running a fever," he said.

He remembered when Debra had first married him. Her health hadn't been the best, and Melody had told him to take good care of her. The house was still filled with the various medicines she'd brought with her.

But ever since then, Debra had shown no signs of being frail. She was always running around and never backed down from a verbal sparring match.

Debra brushed his hand away. "Just a mild fever. I'll be fine."

She turned away from the camera, and Juan turned to the cameraman.

"How long will we reach the place?"

"Just the next stop."

a

admit he had no idea since he wasn't familiar with

"Forget it. I'll order

mumbled under her breath, "Ordering everything

sick, you need medicine," Juan

with him. "You're

no point in refusing

Juan's instructions to

find Melody sitting at the head of the table,

"Mrs. Nichols Sr.?"

company. By the usual rules, she

and demanded, "Where

working,"

reality show with Debra?"

tone made

Johnson, I don't think it's your place to

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