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

Debra woke up groggily, unsure how long she had been out. The room around her was pitch black, and memories started to rush back.

She remembered that she had been thrown into this dark room by Drake's people.

A sharp pain shot through her arm, causing her to suck in a breath. She instinctively tried to pull her arm away, but a man's voice cut through the darkness. "Don't move."

"Who are you?"

A nurse turned on a flashlight, and Debra squinted against the sudden brightness.

"You've got a fever," the nurse explained, "Mr. Lowe ordered us to treat you."

Debra glanced at the discarded plastic packaging on the floor. It said fever medication.

She relaxed slightly, though her tone remained cold. "How long does Drake plan on keeping me locked up in here?"

"That's up to Mr. Lowe," the doctor said without any emotion. "We don't question his decisions."

Seeing that they were only there to treat her, Debra pressed further. "Is he planning to kill me?"

"If Mr. Lowe wanted you dead, he wouldn't have sent us to help you," the nurse replied.

"Fine. I need to

caught the doctor

Does Drake have some twisted obsession with watching people use the

up to

for permission. I don't mind, as long as he doesn't fear that I'll sully his

observation room, Drake arched a brow, surprised by Debra's smart

would imply he had some vulgar interest in watching women use the restroom, which would be a stain

she's getting out of hand. We

her go," Drake

"What?"

her go. Are you

do it

hurried to the small, dark room. "Mr. Lowe

the nurse helped her. She deliberately

was led out

realized they were on the upper deck of something like a

up!" Peter urged

glanced at him sullenly. "I don't