My Gentle Wife is a Real Divine Being

hapter 433

Henry, who had been worried about Eve, shouted, “Everyone, stop!”

His usual composure was thrown to the wind, replaced by a father’s desperate cry.

The trainees, who had been relentlessly frog–jumping across the field, crumpled to the ground. Exhaustion clung to them like a second skin.

“Let’s see how you’re going to make me lose money,” Edgar said.

Debra smiled enigmatically, her eyes giving nothing away.

Edgar walked away, and Henry scurried after him.

By nightfall, the intense training had taken its toll. Everyone was too worn out to even lift their forks.

“My legs feel like they’re made of lead.”

“It’s all Debra’s fault. If she had just danced earlier, we wouldn’t be in this

mess.”

echoed through the dining hall, but

be found.

Edgar playing at? Is he just messing with us, or

plate.

checked the time and headed to the practice

made him turn. Expecting to see Debra, he was met with Freya’s awkward gaze. “Are you waiting for

of your business, Oscar replied, trying

grabbed his arm and persisted, “Are you waiting for

hand. “We’re not close.

deceived. Debra

growled, his patience wearing

was the

most high–minded and prideful

frowned, her voice laced with accusation. “Oscar,

two a couple?”

“No,” Oscar stated firmly.

her voice a low hiss. “I told you. Edgar can’t

retorted, “Don’t limit yourself so rigidly. Does it concern you what he