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

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."

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.