NovelOnlineA spoonful of soup was brought to Dexter's lips, but he couldn't dodge it in time, and it promptly spilled onto his shirt.
The atmosphere tensed up for a few seconds, and it wasn't without awkwardness.
A flicker of stiffness crossed Juliette's face, yet she promptly pulled out a tissue to wipe for him. "I'm sorry. My mistake." In the midst of their intimate interaction, Dexter pursed his lips and gently grasped her wrist, saying, "Don't worry. I'll go clean up." "I'll go with you, Dexter." Dexter's voice was deep and stern. "Juliette, I've told you I'll go by myself." Juliette pursed her lips, much like a child who had made a mistake.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtDexter glanced at Josie, gave her a nod, then rose from the dining table and headed for the washroom.
Juliette watched the broad and steady figure of the man depart, her face full of remorse and frustration. Her mood was at an all- tlow.
With her eyes wide open, Josie watched as Juliette transformed from a self-reliant CEO to a cautious little girl. Her feelings were incredibly mixed. She sighed and comforted Juliette by saying, "It's okay. He doesn't blyou." "I understand, but I was too impulsive." Juliette shook her head. "Actually, it was enough to deliver the herbal tonics. Why should I care whether he ate it or not? I crossed the line." "No. Stay here for a moment. I'll go out and buy him a new shirt." "Huh?" Josie was taken aback. “He already said it wasn't necessary." Juliette stood up. "Even though this person is my friend, he's still a director at Russell Group. Plus, he has mysophobia. Not to mention getting his clothes dirty. He doesn't even let anyone touch his things. If there's an issue in this regard, I'll definitely have to take responsibility." It could be considered a different form of meticulousness.
Before Josie could stop her, she watched, wide-eyed, as Juliette swiftly walked away.
The phone on the table conveniently lit up, displaying a message from Dexter. It read: Cin.
et Josie glanced in the direction of the washroom, then in the direction of the shop's entrance, inexplicably feeling a thrill akin to a secret affair, even though it was clearly not the case Forget it. I also have squestions to ask, anyway. The washroom was serene, a space of its own. Josie silently pushed open the door, and what immediately caught her eye was the broad silhouette of a man.
ne He had removed his shirt, leaving his ipper body bare. The muscles in his irms were prominently defined, with he lines of his back extending lownward, disappearing into the hidden contours of his waist. His ›lack trousers, cinched by a belt, howcased his physique to its ullest. ¡wJosie quirked an eyebrow. His fair back still bore faint traces of scratches, hinting at the intensity of the encounter that day. "Where's your shirt?” she asked.
Upon hearing her voice, Dexter turned slightly. His features, a symphony of expressions, were partially obscured in the play of light and shadow. He moved his neck a bit before sitting down next to her.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm"The waiter took it away for cleaning.
It be back shortly." Josie stepped forward. "You shouldn't have avoided her earlier. You embarrassed Juliette, and now she's gone out to buy clothes for you." Dexter didn't seem to mind, his gaze fixed on her. "How could I face you if I didn't hide?" Josie cast a sidelong glance, but in the next moment, he had already seized her hand, pulling her to sit next to him. She let out a soft gasp. Before she could react, he had already leaned in. "What brings you here today?" he asked.
His face was filled with smiles, half ingratiating. The earlier gloom completely vanished.
Forced to lean back, Josie said, "Juliette wanted to introduceto you, with the hope that you could pave the way forand make my life a bit easier." Dexter seized her luminous hand, playing with it lightly, discerning the nonchalance in her words.
"Of course, the most crucial point is that she cares deeply about your health and wants to see you personally enjoy the food she made for you." Josie abruptly shifted the topic, fixing her gaze intently on his face.
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