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.”

complaints echoed through the dining hall, but Debra was nowhere

be found.

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

put down his fork and knife and cleared his plate. Tomas shouted after him, “Hey! Is that

headed to the practice field. He was fifteen minutes

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

business, Oscar

arm and persisted, “Are

frowned, shaking off her hand. “We’re not close. Stay out of my

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

up!” Oscar growled, his patience wearing

was the

Miss Ger most high–minded and prideful among the trainees

frowned, her voice laced with accusation. “Oscar, you were

you two a

“No,” Oscar stated firmly.

a low hiss. “I told you. Edgar

rigidly. Does it concern you what