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.

better at

he replied with

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

mid-sentence, noticing Debra was there, and stammered nervously,

bow,

flickered to Marion.

rubbed his brows. He had imagined a hundred different

so I went to check out some of the nearby

pinched his face. "You waited until I fell

to tire you out," he

past few days of running around dealing with Drake's problems had probably made her wounds

had changed her

understood he was worried about her, so she wasn't

she shoved a sandwich in his mouth and said, "Just don't hide

nodded vigorously, unable

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

was finally satisfied. "Eat up. I'll nap with

Drake