She attempted to move, her body aching unbearably. Something came to her mind, and she immediately searched for her phone. Thankfully, Arnold hadn’t touched it.
She woke up, and Arnold did, too. His voice was hoarse when he asked, “Are you awake?”
Josie seemed to have a memory lapse. “What did I do yesterday?”
Arnold moved his neck slightly, then began to count on his fingers. “You threatened to jump into the river, asked me to pluck stars for you, ran wildly in the streets, and insisted on sleeping in a trash can-”
Josie closed her eyes, unwilling to reminisce. “Stop! I understand. No need to say more.”
She caused a ruckus all night, and Arnold likewise didn’t get a moment of peace.
Josie unlocked the car door. “If there’s nothing else… I’ll be going now…”
Arnold’s expression was filled with melancholy when he saw her cautiousness. “Are you leaving already? Without me, you would have died on the streets yesterday.”
At this point, Josie truly felt like jumping into the river. “So, what do you want?”
After some thought, he pointed toward the cafe not far away. “Buy something for me to eat.”
It was a simple task.
By the time Josie joined the queue, she finally realized something was amiss. Why on earth am I running errands for him?
Just then, a stranger lined up behind her, whispering softly, “That’s about enough for the performance, Ms. Warren. Mr. Russell isn’t pleased.”
Josie raised an eyebrow, noticing a black car parked across the street.
Josie rubbed her forehead. “How is the progress?”
“Arnold couldn’t manage his official duties throughout the night. His subordinates lacked the necessary acuity and failed to notice.”
Josie felt slightly relieved. When it was her turn in line, she ordered two bagels and two bottles of milk. Seeing her unhurried manner, the person behind her grew impatient. “Hurry up…”
Josie responded calmly, “It was his plan that I flawlessly executed. What’s there to be unhappy about?”
After she finished buying breakfast, she leisurely walked up to Arnold’s car, right in front of the black vehicle, and knocked on the window.
“Make do with this. I have to go.” She handed him a set of breakfast.
“Is that all?”
“I am also human. I also get hungry.”
Josie had taken a few steps out when Arnold called out to her, “Josie.”
She glanced back at him.
“You can come to me if you need to vent again next time, but please, don’t hit my face. It hurts.”
Josie let out an ill-timed laugh.
Turning the deserted corner, the black car swiftly slid up to the woman, who was just about to stuff a bagel into her mouth.
The car window rolled down. Dexter’s dark eyes fixated on her. Josie gave the milk a slight shake, looking rather bewildered. “Do you want some?”
Half a minute later, the food was discarded on the ground. The bodyguard and the driver, in silent agreement, stepped out of the car to smoke. Meanwhile, in the back seat of the car, Josie was pressed against the pitch-black car window, with a force that was unyieldingly strong.
She was almost out of breath. “Dexter! Have you lost your mind?”
“I asked you to act, not to flirt with him. You really thought you were drunk!” Dexter hadn’t been this angry in a long time. He held down her hands, leaning over her head.
“I was completely drunk. Who knew your bottle of wine was so strong? I drank more than half of it. It’s a wonder I didn’t pass out!”
Before leaving the mansion, Josie deliberately selected a bottle of fine wine from his collection. She felt the effect three minutes after consuming it.
Dexter raised his hand, gently prying open her lower jaw. “What have you two talked about?”
Josie let him do whatever he wanted and glanced around. “You’ve been following us all night, no? Do you still need to ask me?”
