Chapter 623 Adorable Woman
Dexter turned to her and chuckled warmly, “Alright, cutie.” Josie continued to sip on her champagne secretly. As they were about to leave, Dexter noticed Josie’s flushed cheeks and ears. She was swaying on her feet, and she leaned against him for support.
The champagne had gone straight to her head, and her whole body was on fire. She could feel the heat rising in her cheeks and ears, and her eyes were glistening with tears. “I think I’m drunk,” she said, her voice shaking.
Dexter wrapped her in his embrace and greeted the guest. “My wife is feeling tipsy from the alcohol. I’ll have to take her back to the room.”
Everyone at the table nodded in understanding.
Josie’s body went limp in Dexter’s arms, and she whimpered softly. Her voice was light and high, and her breath came in short gasps. Dexter could feel her trembling, and he knew that she was feeling very uncomfortable.
Everyone else directed their lecherous gaze at her. Mrs. Russell’s voice is so flirtatious…
Dexter shot a glance at them, and the people quickly looked away.
They were astonished to see the way Dexter treated Josie behind the scenes. It was definitely not the way that the rumors had portrayed their relationship. Contrary to the rumors that Dexter didn’t like his wife, they noticed the affection and care they shared for each other in their actions and expressions.
Larry led them back to their rooms as Dexter carried Josie inside. He held the door open and said to Larry, “Please ask the receptionist to bring a cup of tea.”
“I’ll head over now.”
As soon as she was placed on the bed, Josie rolled around; her dark, long hair sticking to her face. Her makeup was mostly rubbed off, but her red lips were still alluring.
Dexter placed his arms under her head, a playful grin playing at his lips as he teased, “It’s time for bed. Goodnight.”
Her eyes immediately opened, and she whimpered softly, her hands still in his. “I feel terrible,” she whined. “My head hurts, and my stomach hurts. Even my hands hurt.”
She was definitely taken over by the alcohol. Every word she spoke was tinged by the effects of alcohol.
Dexter was amused by the way she was acting. It was the first time he had seen Josie behaving in such a childlike manner.
“Who told you to drink so much alcohol secretly?”
“I was getting tired, but you were busy talking to everyone else. I couldn’t fall asleep there, so I just drank,” Josie responded in a hushed voice..
Dexter’s smile widened. “Why didn’t you tell me? I would’ve stopped if you had asked.”
“I didn’t want to bother you,” Josie pouted in a weak voice.
His smile faltered as he listened to her words. His heart pounded in his chest, and he felt a knot of anxiety. forming in his stomach.
She was still afraid of him.
Soon, Larry arrived with a cup of tea. Dexter helped Josic sit up in bed, and she took a few sips of the tea. Her eyes drooped with exhaustion, but she felt slightly better after drinking the tea.
Later, Dexter brought the makeup remover from the dressing table and began to wipe Josie’s face. His movements were harsh, and they caused her to wince in pain.
Josie’s face was free of makeup, but her cheeks were flushed a dusky rose from the alcohol. The flush made her skin look soft and inviting, like a ripe peach begging to be bitten into.
Dexter was sweating by the time he finished. He helped her up and said softly, “You can’t sleep right now. Let’s get you into the bath, okay?”
“I don’t want to bathe… I’m too tired…”
He ignored her refusal. Her stance was wobbly, and she could barely stand. He began to unbutton her blouse, and soon, her clothes were all taken off.
There was nothing to hide from each other, and even Josie wasn’t embarrassed by it anymore. The hot spring water enveloped Josie, and the scent of medicinal herbs filled her nose. Her exhaustion melted. away, and she felt her soul being cleansed..
Dexter scrubbed Josie’s body with a sponge, his hands moving slowly and deliberately. No one would ever imagine Dexter helping a woman bathe. He had never done anything like this before, and he couldn’t help. but feel slightly dumbfounded by the situation.
Despite everything, he held a sweet and affectionate gaze as he looked at her.
