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

The sky had darkened, and Juan suggested that Debra go upstairs to rest.

After an hour of rest, she came back down, only to find several dishes on the table that hadn't been there before.

"What's all this?" she asked, puzzled.

"Try it and see if it's good," he said.

In an apron, Juan looked every bit the domestic chef.

Debra sat down and looked at the dishes. "Fish, beef, and turkey? You made these?"

Juan coughed awkwardly, his gaze flicking toward the nearby trash can. Following his gaze, Debra saw the trash can filled with burnt food.

"You made all of this?" Debra asked, her smile fading.

"I'm not quite good at cooking," Juan admitted, looking embarrassed.

"Well then, just stay away and don't waste food."Property © NôvelDrama.Org.

"Got it."

Looking at the table full of food, Debra suddenly lost her appetite. After a busy afternoon, the only thing she had made was the beef stew. The rest were takeouts, and they had been sitting out for a while, turning cold. They barely touched the dinner before starting to clean up the table.

In the control room, the director scratched his head. "Can we edit this out?"

"We can probably get about seven or eight minutes of usable footage," a staff member replied.

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"How much time until midnight?"

"Five hours."

"Let's wait a bit longer."

Just then, à staff member rushed into the control room and whispered to the director, "Mr. Andrew Potter sent something over, saying

The director nodded in understanding.

Debra and Juan sat on the couch in silence. Just as Debra was about to doze off, Juan broke the silence.

"We have to get up early tomorrow. Want to rest early?"

Debra was still thinking about how to interact with Juan. If the footage wasn't enough, they might have to reshoot the next day. She pulled out her phone and looked at the script, but it didn't provide any specific instructions.

"Debra?" Juan called out.

Debra snapped back to reality. "What?"

Juan rubbed his temples in frustration. "Nothing."

"How about we watch a movie together?" Debra suggested, catching Juan off guard.

Before he could respond, she had already turned on the TV.

"What do you like to watch?" she asked.

Before Juan could respond, she suggested, "How about 'Absurd World"?"