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

The temperature in the room seemed to drop.

Just then, the door swung open, and Debra's voice came over.

"What are you two doing?"

Marion immediately lowered his gun and, pretending nothing was amiss, turned to her. "Haven't seen Andrew in a while. We were just having a drink." Andrew's face held a faint smile. "My health doesn't allow for much drinking. He's had a bit, but I haven't."

Debra raised an eyebrow. "And you're drinking up here instead of downstairs? Mr. Andrew Potter, Jordan's already drunk. Maybe you should check on him." She hadn't expected Jordan to have such a low tolerance, considering he'd only had three drinks before passing out.Text © by N0ve/lDrama.Org.

"He's been off alcohol for a long time while serving in the unit. I'll go check on him," Andrew replied.

As the butler came in and wheeled Andrew out, Debra's gaze landed on Marion's waist. "Show me."

Marion didn't bother hiding it and handed her the gun. She studied the weapon in her hands. "How does it work?"

"Want to learn?"

"I think I might need to," she replied seriously. "I heard everything from outside the door."

Marion pressed his lips together.

Debra continued, "Mr. Andrew Potter deliberately had the butler call me over so I'd hear your conversation. So, I think I might need to know how to use this."

Marion remained silent for a moment. "Debra, it's not that I don't understand you. I'm just afraid. Afraid something might happen to you."

She raised an eyebrow. "I know. That's why you need to teach me how to protect myself. Otherwise, I really will be in danger."

"Alright," he said with a small smile. "Starting tomorrow, I'm going to train you hard."

"I'm counting on you, sir."

They exchanged a knowing smile.

Later that night, everyone left the house, except for Jordan, who was called into a private meeting with Andrew.

"This mission is dangerous. If I don't make it back..." Jordan started.

Andrew interrupted, "Go with confidence. If anything happens, I've got your back."

"Alright."

Jordan's eyes were filled with determination.

The next morning, Marion dragged Debra to Randy's private shooting range. She hadn't realized Randy's family had such a setup.

Randy greeted them, saying, "Marion's been abroad for a while. His new place is still under renovation, so my place is perfect for you guys."

Debra looked around. The range was much larger than she'd imagined, with both indoor and outdoor setups.

"Wow, you must be a pretty good shot to have a range like this."

"I don't shoot. The whole thing's for Marion. He's hooked. Needs to fire off a few rounds now and then."

Marion handed her a pistol. "It's not that hard. As long as you get your stance right, you won't hurt yourself."

Randy smirked, "With how thin she is, I bet it'll knock her over."

Marion shot him a look. "Go make us some tea."

Randy rolled his eyes. "Fine, I'll be your tea boy today."

As Debra toyed with the gun in her hands, Marion cautioned her, "Careful. It might go off. Here, this is safety. Try holding it with your right hand, arm fully extended."