NovelOnlineThey were outside. Dexter's lips were tightly pressed together as he let her go. The warmth in his hands dissipated, leaving an emptiness in his heart.
"If you have no objections to this name, pick a day, and Mr. Peeple will take you to handle the procedures." Josie had never given Grape a formal name. First, she felt Grape was still young, and second, she couldn't think of any nice-sounding names herself. The one Dexter chose was not bad. But...
"Let's talk about it later. I need to think it over." She hadn't decided whether to settle down in Wavery.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtDexter saw her hesitate, seemingly wanting to say something. Just then, Josie's phone suddenly rang. She checked the caller ID. It was Juliette.
He frowned while Josie smirked and turned to answer the call. "Juliette." "How are you? I sent someone to the Olsen family to inquire, and I haven't heard from you. Are you okay?" Josie stared at her toes, saying she was fine and thanking her for her concern.
"It's a relief that you're okay. It was quite a scare. Those people were incredibly audacious. But I heard that the Olsen family has already taken care of it. Is that so?" "Yes, Juliette, you don't need to..." Before she could finish saying "worry", a warm embrace enveloped her from behind. It was Dexter, up to his usual mischief. His breath was close, his gaze intense and full of intrigue as he planted a kiss on her neck.
She let out a sharp gasp.
Juliette heard it. "What's wrong?" Josie felt a tingling sensation all over his body. She immediately wanted to kill this man. He was as insufferably annoying as ever! "I-I bit my tongue." Dexter almost laughed. He pressed his slender fingers against her cheek, then his lips, then his tongue... And then...
Josie's face was full of shock as she stared at him, warning him.
Keep talking. He mouthed the words.
This was simply madness.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm"So... " Juliette was oblivious as she probed, “Do you remember who rescued you that night?" Not only did she remember...
The initiator was right behind her.
Her tongue was pressed down, and Josie struggled to enunciate clearly, “Wasn't it you?" The less trouble the better.
"Me?" Juliette sounded surprised. "It wasn't me. It was Mr. Russell from Russell Group. Don't you remember?" Josie couldn't spare much attention to listen to what Juliette was saying. Her focus was entirely on the man behind her, who seemed to be in high spirits and had no intention of letting go. He just stared straight at her, moved his fingers twice, and said nothing.
Juliette didn't hear Josie's response and repeated, "Are you still there?" Josie's eyes were bloodshot, the agony she felt was no less than torture. “I see. So it was Mr. Russell!" She spoke his nthrough gritted teeth.
Dexter smiled, almost making a sound.
He decided not to torment her any longer and finally withdrew. He pulled out a tissue to clean his fingers. "Well, this favor... let's return it sometime. How about I take you to see him another day? What do you think?" Josie found it hard to agree. Returning the favor? She would be considered magnanimous if she didn't kill him. But at this point, all she could do was agree. "Okay, thank you, Juliette.” After Juliette comforted her for a while, the call finally ended. Josie turned her head immediately, only to see Dexter leaning leisurely against the table and chair, squinting in the autumn sunlight. She quickly stepped forward, raising her hand to strike his face. But he seized her hand firmly, making his e Sentions clear. "Josie, two years have passed, and your body is still more honest than you are." Jerk.
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