My Gentle Wife is a Real Divine Being

Debra didn’t understand why Andrew gave her such valuable gifts. They were too much as wedding gifts.

The next morning, they were sprawled out on the bed in different positions. Garland and Randy were sound asleep on the nearby sofa.

The first light of dawn shone on Debra’s eyes. She woke up groggily and saw the bed covered in opened gifts. Erica and Liza were lying next to her.

She remembered that they had spent the night opening gifts and eventually fell asleep from exhaustion.

“Marion?” She looked around but only saw Marion’s jacket draped over her.

An attendant knocked on the door, the noise waking up the others in the room.

Randy jumped up from the sofa. “I’m done opening gifts. No more.”

Erica rubbed her eyes and got up from the bed. “What are you shouting for early in the morning?”

Debra spoke toward the door. “Come in.”

The attendant entered, followed by a staff member pushing a food cart.

“Madam, we’re bringing you breakfast per Mr. Houston’s orders.”

“Breakfast? Where is he?”

“Mr. Houston went out early this morning, saying he’d be back in the afternoon.”

Erica frowned, asking Randy, “Where did he go?”

“I’ve no idea. He probably felt miserable spending his wedding night opening gifts,” Randy replied, rubbing his temples.

He had drunk too much the night before, and the hangover was hitting him hard.

Debra looked at the food on the cart and frowned.

Marion was with Drake at the poker table. He checked his watch. “Debra should be awake’by now. If you’re not going to talk, don’t waste my time.”

Drake signaled Kale to stop him from leaving. “No rush, Mr. Houston. He’s not here yet.”

Just then, the door to the private room burst open, and in walked a man in a black shirt. Seeing his face, Marion furrowed his brows.

Drake said, “Marion, our feud is one thing, but I attended your wedding yesterday. Today, with the wedding over, we should settle our scores. Robert, don’t you agree?”

Robert stood in front of Marion. “Long time no see.”

His eyes suddenly glinted with coldness. He pulled out a dagger and lunged at Marion.

Marion quickly stepped back, but it was too late. The blade slashed his arm and left a bloody gash.

Startled, Drake stood up. “Stop!”

But Robert showed no mercy, each move aimed to kill. Marion, realizing the danger, quickly distanced himself from Robert. noveldrama

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