My Gentle Wife is a Real Divine Being

With those words, all three people looked at Debra.

She snapped out of her thoughts, touched her flushed cheeks, and said, “Maybe.”

“A cold shouldn’t be taken lightly. I have Marion take you to the hospital later.”

Erica was eager to create opportunities for Debra and Marion to spend time together.

Debra shook her head. “It’s nothing serious. I’ll be fine.

Erica led her to sit down. Marion’s meal was simple, while the others had more substantial, nutritious food.

To relieve a hangover, they needed something rich and spicy. The soup with pepper was quite appetizing.

Marion had just a couple of bites before he got up to clear his dishes. Seeing him grab his coat, Randy asked, “Where are you off to this early?”

“Out for a bit,” Marion said, closing the door behind him.

Randy mumbled, “Out to the supermarket?”

Erica was frustrated. “What a blockhead!”

Debra quietly ate her breakfast. About half an hour after Marion left, he returned with a large shopping bag.

Randy stared at the bag in amazement. “Did you really go to the supermarket?”

Marion put the bag on the table and took out bananas, grapes, apples, milk, yogurt, and two packs of plums.

“For the hangover,” he said casually before picking up a knife to peel an apple.

Erica excitedly nudged Randy. “Marion is so considerate. I underestimated him!”

“What’s so special about that? I can peel an apple too.

“Is that the point? You don’t get it!”

They bickered.

Marion skillfully peeled the apple and cut it into small pieces, placing them in front of Debra.

Erica teased, “That’s enviable. In all these years, Marion has never peeled an apple for me.”

“Don’t worry. I’m peeling one for you,” Randy chuckled.

Erica glared at him, signaling for him to stop messing around. He wisely kept quiet.

Debra stared at the neatly cut apple pieces, momentarily lost in thought.

She lost her parents at a young age. Though she was the heiress to the Frazier family, she was raised by Ralph and his family. But at the end of the day, they were just her relatives, not her parents, so she always yearned for familial warmth.

No one had ever peeled an apple for her or truly cared about her well–being.

Chapter 91

In her previous life, her affection for Juan started simply because of an episode at her father’s funeral. She sneaked out to cry alone. Arriving late, Juan comforted her and took her home.

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their love had been one–sided from the beginning.

“What aren’t you eating? Don’t you like it?” Marion asked.This content provided by N(o)velDrama].[Org.

His voice brought her back to reality, and she shook her head. “I’m not picky about food.”

She then began eating the apple pieces with a fork.

Technically, apples were out of season, but these were surprisingly sweet and tangy.

She asked, “Do you buy fruit often?”

“This is the first time, replied Marion.