Chapter 172 A Night Spent Together
Startled by the noise, she quickly approached them. “What time is it? It’s already three in the morning. Where did you two go?”
Caught off guard, Josie exchanged a glance with Dexter. “I… I was accompanying Dex for
some matters.”
Marilyn grew suspicious. “You got me worried. I thought something had happened.”
“Marilyn, you don’t have to wait for us; your body needs rest. Go to bed early, alright,” Dexter calmly stated, unbothered to explain further.
Seeing them, Marilyn felt reassured. However, as they headed upstairs, she grabbed Josie’s hand and whispered, “Did you two have a fight?”
Stunned by her abrupt question, Josie fiddled with her fingers awkwardly and stammered, “…No, we didn’t.”
but you
didn’t show up. you, “Don’t lie to me. Dex came back in the evening and waited for Then he went out driving again. Tell me the truth, did the two of you have a fight?” Marilyn insisted.
Josie was surprised. She hadn’t expected that Dexter would make an effort to find her. “Um… I guess so.”
Marilyn smiled, her attention fixated on the red mark on Josie’s neck. “A little quarrel can spice things up. It shows that Dex likes you. Now go to sleep.”
Josie blushed. She had never even considered that Dexter would have an interest in her. Marilyn was bold to think that way.
Josie became somewhat self-conscious when sharing the same room again. But unlike the sizzling air from before in Carter’s resting lounge, the space in between them appeared more tranquil since Dexter didn’t seem to have any intentions to pursue further. He lay beside her and said, “Let’s sleep.”
Josie couldn’t help but think that if they had continued earlier, she might have been willing to oblige. After all these years, she wasn’t ignorant about matters between a man and a woman. Besides, Dexter had good looks and an incredible physique. She wouldn’t have been at a loss either way.
“Okay,” Josie responded, listening to the gentle breaths from the man beside her.
In the darkness, after a while, the man’s large hand reached for her neck, drawing closer with a gentle touch. “Sleep.”
Josie silently chuckled. Dexter’s arm was incredibly soft, more comfortable than a pillow. She turned to her side and said, “Goodnight, Dexter.”
“Goodnight.”
The following day, Josie believed that Dexter had already left. Still, to her surprise, she found his sleeping face beside her when she opened her eyes. Sensing her movement, he slowly lifted his eyelids, his voice husky from waking up. “You’re awake?”
They were still in the same position as the previous night. Josie boldly touched his furrowed brows. “Is your hand sore?”
Dexter seemed to have just remembered his hand and attempted to move it, furrowing his brows with a slight smile. “It’s numb.”
She couldn’t help but laugh, quickly sitting up. “It’s still early. Are you having breakfast at home today?”
Dexter nodded while stretching his arms, thinking about the day’s schedules.
“What do you want to eat? I’ll ask Marilyn to prepare it.”
“Whatever you want. I’ll have the same as you,” Dexter got up and headed to the bathroom to freshen up. Josie happily descended the stairs, her smile never fading.
His way of being affectionate was peculiar, but she understood that it was his own way of expressing care for her.
After breakfast, Dexter put on his coat, heading to Russell Group. Josie stood on tiptoes and helped him tie his tie, asking in a mellifluous voice, “Can I go with you? I find the house too boring.”
Dexter squinted and glanced at her arm. “When can you have the cast removed?”
She thought for a moment. “Another week.”
“I’ll accompany you then and take the opportunity to visit your father,” Dexter replied.
Josie jumped with joy, her mind racing. “You didn’t refuse me!”
Dexter made a soft grunt and walked straight toward the outside of the villa. Autumn had arrived, with the leaves of the phoenix trees turning yellow and forming a beautiful, connected landscape. The panoramic scene before them was breathtaking, and the air felt refreshing.
