My Gentle Wife is a Real Divine Being

Inside the box lay six large, opened durians, emitting a pungent aroma.

Whoa! Who the heck sent you a box of durians?” exclaimed Erica.

She picked up one, sniffed it, and then nodded approvingly. “These durians are good!” Turning to the security guard, she asked, “Who sent these?”

“A gentleman asked me to deliver them,” he replied.

“A gentleman?” Erica glanced at Debra and asked, “Someone else is chasing after you?”

Debra shook her head, having no idea who could have sent these durians.

In her previous life, she had few interactions with men, especially after marrying Juan.

She wondered who the sender might be.

“Tsk, sending durians to a girl? What is he thinking?” Erica remarked. “Marion is different. He never does something so silly.”

Before Debra could respond, Marion called.

“Hello?”

“Did you get the stuff?” Marion asked in a serious tone.

Debra glanced at Erica and then the durians in her hand, asking tentatively, “Are these durians from you?”

“Do you like them?” Marion asked.

Debra hesitated, unsure how to answer.

‘Like them? Well, durians are delicious, but why did he suddenly send durians to me?’ she wondered.

“Erica likes them,” Debra finally said.

“And you?”

“Me too.”

She glanced at Erica, who instantly realized all these durians were sent by her unknowing cousin.

Grabbing the phone, Erica shouted, “Marion, this is a bad decision. You’re clueless.”

Then she hung up the phone.

Debra was bewildered, unable to figure out why Erica was so upset. Erica said, “This kid must have something wrong with his brain to send durians to a girl.”

Debra laughed drily. “Actually, I’m craving durian.”

That’s not the point!”

“Didn’t you say she wanted to eat durian yesterday? Well, this is perfect.”

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Erica was frustrated, wondering who the heck came up with this idea for Marion,

“Debra, don’t misunderstand, Marion doesn’t usually interact with girls, no he doesn’t know how to please them. This can’t be his idea.”

“I know,”

Marion wouldn’t send her durians for any good reason.

Erica was perplexed. “You know?”

“Needless to say, this must be Randy’s idea.”

After Debra’s reminder, Erica immediately understood.

It made sense. Besides Randy, who else could come up with such a bad idea?

Erica was irritated. “Wait here. I’ll go find him.”

Debra couldn’t stop Erica. In her pajamas and slippers, Erica stormed out. About to follow, Debra found her knocking on the next door.

“Randy! Come out! Randy!” Erica called out.