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.”

through the dining hall, but Debra

be found.

thoughts. “What’s Edgar playing at? Is he just

down his fork and knife and cleared his plate.

time and headed to the practice field. He was fifteen

Expecting to see Debra, he was met with Freya’s awkward gaze.

none of your business, Oscar replied, trying to

persisted, “Are you waiting for

frowned, shaking off her hand. “We’re not

neighbors, Oscar. I don’t want you to be deceived. Debra is married and still fooling around. How can you be interested

Oscar growled, his patience

was the

“I thought Miss Ger most high–minded and prideful among the trainees and

voice laced with accusation.

you two a couple?”

“No,” Oscar stated firmly.

voice a low hiss. “I told you.

limit yourself so rigidly. Does it concern