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



Chapter 594

Debra yelped as the hot pot burned her hand. The sharp pain made her gasp, and she quickly grabbed her earlobes to cool down.

"What happened?"

Juan rushed into the kitchen, immediately noticing her hand. Without hesitation, he took hold of it and pulled her over to the sink to run it under cold water.

She glanced at Juan and then down at his hand.

Realizing how forward he'd been, Juan awkwardly let go.

"Uh, you can take care of it."

Debra continued rinsing her hand, unfazed by his sudden withdrawal.

Juan, still flustered, said, "I'll get you some ointment."This text is © NôvelDrama/.Org.

He hurried out of the kitchen, heading to the living room in search of a first aid kit.

From the kitchen, Debra called out, "If you can't find it, don't worry about it."

As expected, there wasn't any burn cream in the kit. Juan frowned, but Debra wasn't bothered.

She walked back into the kitchen, grabbed a tube of toothpaste, and began applying it to the burn. Juan reentered the room just in time to see it.

"What are you doing?"

"Toothpaste works for burns too. No need for ointment."

Juan stared at the tube in disbelief. He had never heard of that.

Then again, he wasn't exactly the type to deal with minor household issues. Debra had probably expected as much and mentally prepared herself for playing the full-time housekeeper role during this filming.

"All right. If you don't mind, could you keep an eye on the stove? I'll be right back."

"Sure."

Juan nodded, still keeping an eye on her burned hand. The moment he stepped out of the kitchen, he called Joe. "Have the crew get some ointment delivered. Debra burned her hand."

"Right away, sir."

As Debra emerged from the bathroom, Juan added, "Tell them to hurry up. It must be delivered within 20 minutes." "Got it."

Debra noticed Juan acting suspiciously. She furrowed her brow and asked, "What are you doing?"

"Nothing," Juan replied, putting away his phone with a nonchalant expression.

Debra found his behavior odd but didn't dwell on it. Her sole focus was to finish her tasks quickly and end her duties as a caretaker for the day.

20 minutes later, she heard the doorbell ring. She walked to the door and opened it to find a delivery person standing outside. The delivery person swiftly handed her a tube of ointment and rushed off.

"Hey!" Debra tried to call out, but the delivery person was already gone.

She looked down at the ointment in her hand and then Juan, who was busy tidying up the table in the living room.

"Did you buy this for me?" she asked.

This island seemed nice, but the delivery service couldn't be this efficient. It had only been ten minutes. She wondered if it was prepared by the production team.

"I'm not sure. It's maybe the production team, Juan offered a reasonable explanation.

Debra nodded. "They are quite thoughtful."

A faint smile appeared on Juan's face.

"Toothpaste is just a folk remedy; it won't be as effective as proper medication. Can you apply it yourself?" he asked.

"Yes," Debra replied, sitting down on the sofa and applying the ointment to her finger.

From a distance, Juan watched her silently and then brought the pot to the table.