Chapter 200 The Orange is Sweet
Josie felt upset with him. These were her oranges. Why did she have to gain his permission before having it?
“You can have it,” he cunningly let go of her hands and grabbed her cheeks, “But you’ll have to let me try it first.”
He kissed her lips.
Her lips tasted of citrus; it was intoxicating.
Josie’s eyes widened in alarm. A bubbling sense of exasperation grew within her. Why does he always treat me like a ragdoll?
Her frustrations evaporated with his kiss. It arrived like a wave, crashing over her and taking her breath away.
She had been up since early that morning, getting styled for the party. And after all that happened throughout the night, she was finally starting to feel the effects of exhaustion.
Dexter hugged her warmly and signaled the driver to drive slower.
He patted her shoulders and softly kissed her forehead. “Have a rest here.”
Josie leaned against his shoulders and felt safe in his arms. Her eyes were closed, and her hands were gripping his shirt. Dexter gently pried her fingers loose and placed her hand on
his chest.
She let the drowsiness wash over her as she slowly fell asleep.
Josie turned a one-hour trip back home into two hours.
The sun sets earlier in the winter, making the days shorter and the nights longer.
As they waited for the light to change, Dexter looked up at the high-rise buildings surrounding the city square.
It was six in the evening, and a variety show was being shown on the screen.
To prevent waking Josie up, the driver softly spoke to Dexter, “There’s a small fluctuation in the Russell Group’s share price today due to the announcement of your marriage. However, I believe the stock price will return to normal soon, and your marriage will ultimately benefit the company.
When a handsome and successful man like Dexter announces his marriage, it could be difficult to avoid the media attention and scrutiny that comes with being in the public eye.
Dexter’s smile faltered as he said, “I’d announce it to the public, but I don’t want her pictures getting taken.”
Josie was unaware of the potential consequences. He only announced their marriage to people in the industry, but she would not be happy if reporters caught wind of it and tried to take her pictures.
In reality, Dexter didn’t mind the public getting wind of their relationship.
At the celebration party, there were elderly CEOs who congratulated him and asked, “When is Mr. and Mrs. Russell’s wedding ceremony?”
If Dexter had a wedding ceremony, it would be a grand one.
“I’ll follow my wife’s wishes,” he answered.
He felt a wave of happiness wash over him when he uttered the words, “My wife.”
Many were taken aback by how much he cared for and adored his wife.
When they arrived at Mason Garden, Josie finally shook off her drowsiness after having dinner.
She opened her mouth to ask Dexter about Laura and Arnold, but he covered it before she could say a word. “Aren’t you tired? Go take a bath first.”
She shook her head. “I’m not…”
But he wouldn’t back down. “Listen to me. Go.”
The living room was stifling, so he rolled up his sleeves and squatted down to repair the slightly damaged table.
He went about fixing the table with the confidence of a man who had done it a thousand times before.
She couldn’t understand why he didn’t ask the maid for help. She squatted down next to him and asked, “Do you need a hand?”
He raised his head and arched his eyebrows in frustration. “I told you to go now.”
Josie was surprised and recoiled, nearly losing her balance.
Dexter quickly caught Josie by the shoulders and steadied her before gently placing his
hands on her back. “Are you alright?” he asked, concern etched on his face.
Josie was truly taken aback and didn’t want to stay any longer. Why is he acting this way? Her tears welled up as she glared at him. Soon after, she stood up and stormed towards the bathroom.
She thought he would go after her, but she could hear nothing but the sound of her own heartbeat as she approached the door.
How can he be like this? He’s so kind and caring when comforting me, but he turns into a completely different person once I’m home.
