When she woke up the next morning, Debra instinctively reached out to feel around.


    She muttered, "Marion, what time is it?"


    There was no response. She opened her eyes and found Marion wasn''t in bed.


    After a quick wash, she went downstairs.


    Marion, who hade back from his mission, was cooking breakfast in the kitchen. The sleeves of his ck shirt were rolled up.


    "You''re up so early," he said, noticing it was only 7 a.m.


    He had gotten used to Debra''s routine.


    "Breakfast is ready. Come eat," he added, setting two sandwiches and a bowl of oatmeal on the table.


    Since Debra''s injury, her health had been poor. While in the hospital, she''d repeatedly had fevers. Recently, she could only eat light food.


    She had slept deeplyst night, probably because she was exhausted.


    After she took her seat, Marion sat next to her and began to gather her hair into a bun.


    "You''re getting better at this," she chuckled.


    "Anything for you," he replied with a smile.


    A bodyguard came in and reported, "Sir, the churches are under our watch. Shall we..."


    He paused mid-sentence, noticing Debra was there, and stammered nervously, "I''m sorry for the interruption?"


    After a quick bow, he hurriedly left.


    Debra''s gaze flickered to Marion. "Churches?"


    Marion rubbed his brows. He had imagined a hundred different scenarios, but never this one.


    "I couldn''t sleepst night, so I went to check out some of the nearby churches," he exined.


    "Why didn''t you tell me?" Debra pinched his face. "You waited until I fell asleep and went out, didn''t you?"


    "I just didn''t want you to tire you out," he said earnestly.


    She hadn''t fully recovered from her injury, and the past few days of running around dealing with Drake''s problems had probably made her wounds re up again.


    Last night, Marion had changed her bandages. Her shoulder might still scar.


    Debra understood he was worried about her, so she wasn''t mad.


    Instead, she shoved a sandwich in his mouth and said, "Just don''t hide things from me again."


    Marion nodded vigorously, unable to speak.


    "Take a rest after breakfast," she smiled, poking him in the forehead. "You stayed up all night, right? No moreskipping sleep, okay? Save your energy."


    Marion nodded again, and she was finally satisfied. "Eat up. I''ll nap with you."


    Drake


    culprits hadn''t made any


    t them yet. They di


    made any moves


    en saved, and the


    be on edge, chasing after


    They might as well treat it like a vacation.


    Once breakfast was over, Marion stood up to clear the dishes. Debra sat on the


    couch, resting her chin in her hand.


    He quickened his pace, realizing she was waiting for him.