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 this," she

he

bodyguard came in and reported, "Sir, the

was there, and stammered nervously,

quick bow, he

gaze flickered to

a hundred different scenarios, but never this

to check out

Debra pinched his face. "You waited until I fell asleep and

want you to tire you out," he

recovered from her injury, and the past few days of running around dealing with

her bandages. Her shoulder might

understood he was worried about her,

she shoved a sandwich in his mouth and

vigorously,

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

finally satisfied. "Eat up. I'll nap

Drake