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

When she woke up the next morning, Debra instinctively reached out to feel around.

She muttered, "Marion, what time is it?"

There was no response. She opened her eyes and found Marion wasn't in bed.

After a quick wash, she went downstairs.

Marion, who had come back from his mission, was cooking breakfast in the kitchen. The sleeves of his black shirt were rolled up.

"You're up so early," he said, noticing it was only 7 a.m.

He had gotten used to Debra's routine.

"Breakfast is ready. Come eat," he added, setting two sandwiches and a bowl of oatmeal on the table.

Since Debra's injury, her health had been poor. While in the hospital, she'd repeatedly had fevers. Recently, she could only eat light food.

She had slept deeply last night, probably because she was exhausted.

After she took her seat, Marion sat next to her and began to gather her hair into a bun.

getting better at

he

reported, "Sir, the churches are under our watch. Shall

there, and stammered nervously, "I'm sorry for the

a quick bow, he

gaze flickered

He had imagined a hundred different

I went to

pinched his face. "You waited until I

to tire you out,"

injury, and the past few days of running around dealing with Drake's problems had probably made

had changed her bandages. Her shoulder might

worried about

shoved a sandwich in his mouth and said,

vigorously, unable

the forehead. "You stayed up all night, right? No moreskipping sleep, okay?

nodded again, and she was finally satisfied. "Eat up.

Drake