Blind Date Turned Proposal (Josie and Dexter)

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Chapter 794 Leave Wavery

Just then, images suddenly surfaced in Dexter’s mind. They were those photographs.

Josie had instinctively leaned in for a kiss. She tilted her head up, but he dodged her

touch. In his attempt to avoid her, he lost control of his strength, and his hand harshly

struck her face.

It was like a slap in the face.

Josie immediately became clear-headed.

Dexter gently removed her fingers one by one from his body, never once embracing her.

She gazed at the man’s blurred silhouette, which resembled a beast lying in wait in the

darkness.

Suddenly, he leaned over, his broad hand clasping her slender neck. His grip tightened.

gradually. That was a sudden burst of rage. “Josie, how scummy can you get?”

When Dexter stood up, his face was stern. The thin blanket slipped off him, revealing his

firm abs and Apollo’s belt.

Josie could never understand why this man seemed harmless when her eyes were closed,

but the moment she opened them, he would become a dangerous wolf lurking in the

shadows.

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“I’ll sleep in the guest room.” This was the first thing Josie said when she came to her

senses.

Dexter found a pack of cigarettes at the head of the bed, pulled one out, and lit it.

Through the smoke, he watched the woman squatting by the sofa.

He let out a soft, cold chuckle, flicking the ash from his cigarette. The ash fell, reminiscent

of dusty memories from the past.

“Let’s get the divorce settled as soon as possible. Things will be much better for Russell

Group after that. I don’t want to drag you down.” Josie spoke softly, perhaps with a hint of

fear.

Dexter indeed had a temper, and his voice was full of intimidation and a strong sense of

hostility when he said, “Even if you will end up with nothing?”

Josie’s clothes were slightly rolled up, revealing a hint of her body’s curves. On her

abdomen. was the tattoo he had inked himself. He had once thought of keeping her by his

side forever.

Josie’s shoulders slightly shrank, and her eyelashes lowered. “Even if I will end nothing at

all.”

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Dexter extinguished his cigarette, gently helped her up from the ground, and tenderly

invited her to sit on his lap. He kissed her tattoo, and his warm breath, tinged with the

scent of tobacco, lightly brushed against her neck. Josie stiffened, almost under the

illusion that Dexter would suddenly bite down like a wolf and sever her artery, letting the

blood flow freely, and he would relish it.

Dexter held her trembling body close, his well-defined fingers smoothly unbuttoning her

blouse. His movements were slow yet incredibly graceful.

“We can get a divorce, but you must leave Wavery.”

She opened her eyes, her body overwhelmed with pleasure. Suddenly, a sharp pain struck

her neck-he had truly bitten down.

“I still need to find Paul.”

Ignoring the pain, Josie pushed him.

away.

Blood stained the corner of Dexter’s mouth, hers. His eyes were filled with intense

emotions. “Then you can forget about leaving this marriage.”

“You…”

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Josie couldn’t understand this person. They were already in agreement, but now he

suddenly didn’t want to do it.

“Dexter! I’m doing this for your own good!”

When she called his name, there was a sense of urgency and helplessness, tinged with a

hint of anger. He paused slightly, then responded with a cold, sarcastic remark, “If you

really cared about me, we wouldn’t be in this situation today.”

She was speechless once again.

“I’m going to take a shower.”

Dexter entered the bathroom, leaving Josie alone in the room. She struggled to her feet

and walked over to the mirror. The pain in her neck was impossible to ignore.

She waited for a while, then suddenly remembered that Paul had left something at Mason

Garden, which she hadn’t had the chance to collect.

With these thoughts in mind, Josie hobbled up the stairs and pushed the door open to

enter.

The scent of dust filled the air as she switched on the light. There it was, the box,

untouched and resting by Paul’s bedside.

She breathed a sigh of relief and stepped forward to pick it up. This was her only thing to

remember him by now.

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