My Gentle Wife is a Real Divine Being

Chapter 61

Debra reluctantly let Juan take the lead. “Fine, let’s go shopping.”

Since it wasn’t her money, she could browse as she pleased.

She failed to notice the faint smile tugging at Juan’s lips.

At the mall, Debra surveyed the layout. She was planning to construct a large commercial street, so doing some research was necessary.

Suddenly, she felt her hand being tugged and warlly pulled away. Juan had returned from getting bubble

tea.

What are

you doing?” She freaked out.

“Holding hands, for a photo,” he replied, glancing towards a paparazzi–like figure with a camera not far away.Material © of NôvelDrama.Org.

Debra agreed, despite finding it troublesome.

Juan pulled out his phone and opened the camera.

“What now?”

“Selfie.”

Debra stiffened in front of the lens. Juan frowned, sulking, “Can’t you smile?”

Debra wanted to smile, but seeing Juan in the camera, she couldn’t manage more than a strained grin.

Juan turned off the camera with annoyance, and Debra turned to buy more clothes.

She wasn’t paying the bill anyway.

In the afternoon, Juan found a quiet café and ordered a set of desserts for Debra. He sat opposite her, sipping his coffee.

Debra was content with her shopping haul, enjoying her dessert bite by bite.

Seeing her like this, Juan unexpectedly felt comforted.

He took out his phone and snapped a half–face selfie with Debra unaware.

Hearing the shutter sound, Debra looked up in confusion. “What are you doing?”

Juan adjusted his clothes, acting as if nothing had happened. He casually replied, “The desserts look nice, so I took a photo.”

“Huh?” Debra found it absurd. ‘A grown man enjoys taking photos of girly desserts?’

“Finished eating?”

“I

Can’t eat anymore.”

“Let’s go.

Juan got up to pay the bill.

Juan’s card had been swiped nearly twenty times that day, but Debra felt that a man who spent money on women was handsome.

His generosity held a certain charm, as long as it was his card being swiped.

After a tiring day, Debra fell asleep as soon as she got into the car. Juan drove slowly, glancing over to find her asleep with her head tilted.

He parked by the roadside and fetched a blanket from the backseat to cover Debra.

He silently watched her for a while.

Debra was cute when she was not talking.

“Juan…” Debra murmured.

Juan’s heart skipped a beat. He leaned closer, only to hear Debra continue, “Damn you…

Juan’s face darkened. “Debra!”

Startled by Juan’s sudden outburst, Debra opened her eyes and wiped her mouth. “What? Are we home?”

Urning around, she met Juan’s grim expression. “What’s with that look? I didn’t do anything.”

Juan had worn that expression almost throughout the day.