Goodbye, Mr. Ex: I've Remarried Mr. Right

The sunlight filtered through the half-drawn curtains, casting a warm glow on the bedroom floor.

Debra rubbed her eyes and sat up in bed, her long hair slightly messy. Her bare face still had traces of sleep.Contentt bel0ngs to N0ve/lDrâ/ma.O(r)g!

Her phone's ringtone woke her up. She picked it up and saw a task notification from the production team, instructing her and Juan to meet at the beach by eight o'clock.

Debra got out of bed and walked to her closet, choosing a simple white T-shirt and jeans. Her figure made even the most ordinary clothes look stylish.

Downstairs, Juan was already dressed and waiting in the living room. He wore a dark shirt with the collar slightly open, looking casual yet elegant.

When they saw each other, both were visibly surprised.

Juan had never seen Debra dressed so casually. Her natural look didn't make her appear haggard; instead, it added a touch of purity, making her seem like an angel who had accidentally wandered into the mortal world. "Morning," Debra said.

She noticed the camera in front of her and immediately put on a smile. "Morning. Have you had breakfast?"

Juan pressed his lips together. "I just got up."

"Oh."

The atmosphere grew tense again. Debra knew she and Juan couldn't be alone together.

Juan said, "I checked the fridge. All the food has been taken away. If you're hungry, I can ask Joe to order takeout for you."

"I'm fine, not hungry," Debra replied, only for her stomach to growl loudly, betraying her.

Juan pulled out his phone. Debra glanced at the nearby clock, realizing they didn't have much time. She quickly grabbed Juan's hand to stop him from making the call. "Let's go see what the show's task is."

She didn't want to waste time, and Juan had no choice but to end the call.

Joe, who had just answered the phone but heard the beeping sound, was puzzled. He looked at the caller ID on his phone.

It was indeed Juan.

'Why did Mr. Nichols hang up?' Joe wondered, still in his pajamas.

In the end, he quietly put his phone away.

Debra and Juan followed the instructions from the production team and headed to the street, accompanied only by the invisible cameraman.

The island wasn't heavily populated,

with tourists only visiting during peak seasons. The streets looked rather monotonous, but their good looks stood out like beautifub scenery.

30 seconds later, Debra was already dragging Juan by the arm, running down the street.

"Hurry up. We only have fifteen minutes left. We're running late."

Debra was in a rush to catch the bus. According

require the show's

they had to find a bus

to the coast and arrive at the beach by eight o'clock for filming

Only God knew what would happen if they didn't arrive on time. Debra pulled Juan so fast that the camera could only capture their fleeting shadows.

The cameraman complained incessantly, but Juan suddenly stopped.

"Debra."

"What's wrong?"

Debra turned around and saw Juan flagging down a car. Without a word, he pulled Debra into the back seat.