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.

eyes. "Fine. I need

demand caught the doctor off

Does Drake have some twisted obsession with watching people use the bathroom?" Her eyes flicked to the two-way mirror in the corner.

up

I don't mind, as long as he doesn't

a brow, surprised by

had some vulgar interest in watching women use the

out of

Let her go," Drake

"What?"

let her go.

it

to the small, dark room. "Mr. Lowe has given his

feet as the nurse helped her. She deliberately slowed her pace

was led

on the upper deck of

Peter

sullenly. "I