My Gentle Wife is a Real Divine Being

Debra didn’t expect Juan to believe her anyway.

Quickly, Debra followed Juan into the car, and he pretended to be affectionate by holding her hand.

Debra knew it was all an act in front of Melody.

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Debra didn’t expose the truth. Instead, she played along with Juan’s act.

“What about that land? How do you plan to deal with it?” Melody suddenly asked.

She was asking Juan.

Juan, seated in the front, glanced at Debra through the rearview mirror and said, “That’s bought by Debra, so she’ll handle it herself.”

Melody looked at Debra and said, “Leave this matter to Juan. The most important thing for you is to be a good wife and mother.”

“Matters concerning the Nichols family are naturally handled by Juan, but this land was bought on behalf of the elders in my family. They will take care of the rest.”

Melody’s tone softened. “In the future, stay out of such matters. Now that you’re married to Juan, everything you do represents the Nichols family.”

“I know,” Debra replied.

She knew Melody’s temperament well.

She would be in trouble if Melody found out that she intended to stand on her own.

*Juan, I have a mahjong game tonight. You’ll take Debra home. Put work aside for now, taking care of your wife is the priority,” Melody hinted.

Juan frowned, but he didn’t show much dissatisfaction “Understood, Grandma.”

Seeing Juan’s expression in the mirror, Debra knew he would blame her for this.

Sometimes, she just had to swallow the bitter pill and endure it.

He could blame her as he wanted. The more he disliked her, the better. It would be best to divorce him

soon.

Debra had planned to visit the Frazier Group during the day, but Melody dragged her around the mall all day. By the time they left, it was already dark.

In the car, Debra and Juan both remained silent.

I have some work at the company. I won’t be coming home tonight.”

“When was the last time you came home?” Debra asked casually, leaving Juan speechless.

Apart from the land issue a few days ago, Juan hadn’t been home at night for a while.

She enjoyed a peaceful life.

As the car stopped outside their house, Debra got out with her bag. But when she saw the heap of shopping bags in the trunk, her expression soured.

Melody was quite cunning, knowing Juan might not want to accompany Debra home, so she bought so many things on purpose.

She couldn’t carry them alone.

Debra glanced at Juan. “Mr. Nichols, care to give me a hand?”

Juan rubbed his temples.

He should have just dropped off Debra halfway.

Juan got out of the car, carrying five or six bags, and Debra followed behind.

As soon as they opened the door, Juan froze.

Stúck outside, Debra asked in confusion, “Why aren’t you going in?”