Chapter 450 Letting Go of the Past
When Dexter returned to the table, Josie lifted her head from her arms and stared drowsily into his eyes. His lashes were dark and long, and he bore an air of calmness.
They looked into each other’s eyes, and Josie felt a wave of love and understanding wash over her. She knew Dexter understood her, and she felt safe and loved by her husband. After a long while, Dexter held her up by her arms. “Let’s go home,” he uttered.
Josie leaned on the wall filled with old vintage murals with her arms folded. She stared warmly towards Dexter, who was holding Owen’s arms, sending him back home.
From where Josie stood, she noticed Dexter placing a card into Owen’s pocket. The two of them knew each other’s boundaries, and they respected those boundaries. Hence, they showed their care in small, subtle ways.
Owen held Dexter’s hands and stared knowingly at him with a mischievous smile. Josie, standing behind them, was oblivious to their exchange. “I saw everything.”
“What did you see?” Dexter asked. “I saw you exchanged your cards to let her win.”
He witnessed the moment when Dexter exchanged the cards in his hands and how his lips curled into a warm and genuine smile when he saw her jump in delight at her win.
Without denying his words, the corner of Dexter’s lips lifted into a smirk. “She’s my wife. I’ll be happy as long as she’s happy.”
Owen held his hands and patted them. “Your mother came here a few days ago.”
Dexter fell silent. “She said you’re a good kid, and you helped her when she needed it. Dex, have you forgiven her?”
“A good kid?” He repeated the words through his gritted teeth. “I might be a good kid, but I’m not a good son.
Letting Go of the Past “Dex, you should try to understand her. She might have things she couldn’t tell you directly.”
“It has nothing to do with me,” he said with a dismissive wave of his hand as they reached the tattoo parlor. He turned and walked away, leaving Owen standing there.
When they left the alley, Josie turned around and glanced at the sign, trying to remember the name of the road. “What’s your relationship with Owen?”
“Uncle Owen was our butler. He’s the cousin of Xanthe, and he has taken care of me since young. That’s the reason he’s called Uncle Owen…he’s Xanthe’s relative. Dexter didn’t come to see him because he had a grudge against Xanthe….
“After Xanthe left, Uncle Owen also left as he didn’t know how to face us.”
“So you brought me here because you’ve let the past go? Dexter tightly gripped her hands and smiled warmly, agreeing silently.
There’s no point holding a grudge against someone innocent.” He lifted his head and looked at the sky. “Everyone has to let go of the past eventually.”
Josie also lifted her head up with her hands behind her back. “I could never imagine that I would be in a place like this with you, getting my body tattooed, playing card games, and drinking beer.”
Dexter lowered his head and looked at her. “Do you know that you left out one more thing?”
“What is it?”
He bent down slightly and leaned into her ears. “Doing it.”
An air of silence filled the tension between them.
With a simple phrase, it made their minds race with imagination.
He kissed her lightly, then after getting a grip of his conscience, he asked, “I lost. What do you want me to do?”
Josie froze and tilted her head back slightly to answer him. “I haven’t thought about it,” she responded truthfully.
Dexter lowered his head to kiss her again, this time with even more passion.
Letting Go of the Past
As they hugged tightly, Josie gasped and gripped his arms. She felt a stinging pain at her waist. The man trailed his lips along her body, tracing the outline of the thorns he had tattooed on her waist.
Dexter was a person who took the sexual tension to another level, leaving her with no resistance. His eyes were like a dark flame, burning with desire.
Josie felt herself melting under Dexter’s gaze. She knew that she was powerless to resist him.
