My Gentle Wife is a Real Divine Being

Chapter 736

Standing before Drake, Kale kept his head down

“Boss, this was all Debra’s setup You have to be

“You said she was taking Then go ahead and on her tes in the miles o

“Okay”

Without hesitation, Kale drew a knife from his belt, bringing it to Debra’s throat

Yet, as the blade hovered dangerously close, Debra remedy wil

Kale’s expression shifted to grim realization take placed the empty glass down on the table with a sharp

clink

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“In our line of work, if you can’t even tell when someone’s genuinely unconscious or just pretending then you’re doing it wrong”

The doctor’s earlier examination had left no room for doubt Drake krew Kale had just lost his judgment in the heat of the moment

“I understand you’re worried about me,” Drake continued But she’s just a woman No matter how clever she might think she is, she can’t outsmart me here in Orkgate

“Yes, sir,” Kale replied, his voice reluctant but obedient

Drake waved him off. It’s late, Go get some sleep”

“What about tomorrow?

“Don’t worry about it I’ll take her to see the casino”

Kale was concerned, but he had to comply. “Yes, boss”

Once Kale left, Drake approached the bed and patted Debra’s cheek “Wake up

She didn’t stir, and he frowned, clutching her jaw to feed her

But the oatmeal just dribbled down her chin. She lacked the awareness to swallow

Frustrated, he stood up and paced to the door. He yanked it open, startling Lara, who had been guarding

outside

“Boss? Is there something you need?”

“I said I wanted her awake in an hour.”

“The doctor said she needed rest. It’s only been twenty minutes, sir She’ll wake up soon

“Twenty minutes?” Drake glanced at the clock on the wall, realizing she had only been unconscious for that brief period

Sighing, he closed the door and returned to the chair beside the bed. From time to time, be glanced at Debra struggling against fatigue while sipping his whiskey.

Suddenly, a soft cough broke the silence

As Debra began to stir, he instinctively wanted to get up from the sofa but quickly caught himself.

He wasn’t supposed to get excited about her waking up

“Water…” Debra muttered, her throat feeling parched.

Drake scanned the room for anything resembling water but found only various bottles of alcohol lining the

shelves.

Frustrated, he opened the door once more and called out, “Lara, get me a glass of water.”

“Right away, boss,” Lara said, scurrying off to fetch it.

When Drake turned back to the bed, he found Debra sitting up, her face still pallid and wan,

She clutched her head, groggy and disoriented. “Where am I?” i

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