Even though she didn’t understand what Dexter had meant, Josie remained calm and walked. out from behind him. “I’m done bandaging your wounds. I’ll be leaving first.”
Dexter casually looked at her, not saying anything more..
“Don’t forget to get an X-ray at the hospital,” Josie reminded before leaving the room.
“Mr. Peeple will remember it.”
Seeing that the man didn’t seem to care about his own body, Josie fell silent and walked out. of the room.
She caught Dexter’s lonesome shadow cast by the light just because the door closed, but sadly, they had nothing to do with each other anymore.
Upon thinking of that, Josie couldn’t help but let out a bitter chuckle.
To get from Dexter’s room to her own, she had to navigate a corridor that led to a scenic balcony overlooking an endless river view. It was, without a doubt, a popular spot for many bigwigs to gather for their business meetings.
Wearing a mask on her face, Josie hurried past without paying much attention when she suddenly collided with a figure. The person’s chest was firm and knocked her backward, causing her to yelp when a sharp pain shot through her forehead.
An attendant by the side promptly spoke up. “Please watch when you’re going, miss.”
“I’m sorry,” Josie muttered as she lifted her
gaze.
Upon getting a closer look at the man before her, she frowned.
Dressed in a black suit, Morgan oozed gentlemanly charm and quiet confidence. He had the demeanor of a powerful man, and the youthful exuberance from years ago was no longer discernible.
Josie didn’t recognize this version of Morgan, yet at the same time, she knew it was him.
“Miss?” the attendant repeated when he realized she was in a daze.
“Oh…” Josie replied as she regained her composure and noticed the suitcase in the attendant’s hand. Ah. Morgan must’ve just checked in. Most of the people staying in this hotel are leaders attending the conference, and since he’s a resident of Rivodia, it’d be strange if he didn’t come.
“So sorry about that,” Josie quickly added with a little nod. However, just as she was about to
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leave, she felt her wrist being grabbed, causing her body to stillen.
Morgan held her slender hand for two short seconds before letting go. “You’re hurt.”
Sure enough, Josie had grazed herself during the recent scuffle, and he noticed the wound. even though it was tiny.
“Thank you for your concern, Mr. Bastille. I’ll take care of it.”
Morgan instantly raised an eyebrow and pursed his lips.
Meanwhile, Josie withdrew her hand and strode off without giving the man a second look.
Even after returning to her own space, she was still somewhat surprised. Morgan had revealed his feelings and appeared before her once or twice, but nothing about it felt. authentic. He always seemed like he wasn’t being serious and had only uttered those words. casually.
In short, he was like an insignificant object, and Josie had almost forgotten his existence. because of his lack of initiative.
The conference continued the next day, and as usual, the tiered seating auditorium was packed with people. Thankfully, the media’s focus had shifted away from the news about Dexter and Josie.
“Mr. Bastille! Mr. Bastille has arrived!”
Josie hastily looked up and saw Morgan Xun at the entrance, surrounded by a group of people. He was as distinguished and composed as the day before, but now that he had cameras in his face, he seemed a bit more approachable.
Without further ado, Morgan stepped onto the podium and began his speech. “Hello, everyone. I’m Morgan Bastille, the acting representative of Bastille Group. It’s a pleasure to meet all of you on such an occasion.”
With her gold-rimmed gla*ses perched on her nose, Josie gazed at the man from afar to see if she could find traces of the arrogant, domineering young man she once knew. Unfortunately, she came up with zilch.
Morgan seemed to have sensed her lingering gaze as he casually glanced her way, his resolute demeanor suddenly softening a little.
Josie panicked and averted her gaze, but because of that, she met the scrutinizing eyes of Dexter, who had been watching her like a hawk.
He lost track of how long he had been watching her, but his eyes twinkled with amusement with every pa*sing second. When he saw her getting flustered, that amusement he felt only.
