Chapter 889 Compensation
“People often think that more people means it’s better, but that’s not always the case,” Josie said, propping up her face and speaking earnestly.
The boatman chuckled at her innocence. “Everyone has their own desires in life. If you have any, you can give it a try.”
Josie didn’t respond but turned her head to look at the tall man on the deck. He was seated, but there was nowhere to put his legs. “Mr. Russell, ‘do you have any?”
Dexter glanced at her, clearly unwilling to answer that question.
She continued on her own, “Well, with your wealth, you can have whatever you want. Let me guess, do you wish for Heather’s well-being?”
According to Laura, the rumor mill was buzzing about this matter in their circle. Heather hadn’t been seen outside for several days, and Summer had taken delight in her misery.
The man frowned. “Josie.”
He wasn’t angry, but he was getting impatient. Yet, he didn’t explode in anger and remained indifferent, leaving her in a state of uncertainty.
Josie was getting a bit impatient. He could afford to waste time, but she couldn’t.
She couldn’t wait to leave.
Unfortunately, the boat was moving at a leisurely pace, and time was passing slowly.
Dexter didn’t know if he was taking advantage of the remote location, forcibly keeping her here. Whenever he had spare time, he would go to the art gallery to look at paintings. When he was busy, he would lock her in the room, accompanying him to work.
When the boat reached the shore, he suddenly became interested again and took her to explore the streets. and alleys, searching for the unique local snacks of Wavery.
At this time of the year, there were indeed few tourists. Most shops were closed, with the shopkeepers taking naps in their rooms. They finally found a shop that was open. It was clean, and the menu was posted on the wall with clear prices.
Dexter was still glancing at the menu when Josie took the initiative to sit down as she was tired. She immediately made her order, “Peanut noodles. strawberry crepe, and honey roast duck.”
The lady boss quickly wrote it down and praised, in the local dialect, “The young lady is very good at ordering.”
Josie replied with a smile in the same dialect, “I’m a local.”
The lady boss looked at the distinguished man and asked, “What would you like, sir?”
Despite his obviously young appearance, she couldn’t help but address him with “sir.”
Dexter frowned slightly and looked at the woman who was already seated. “Same as her.”
These dishes were all sweet, and Dexter had never liked sweet things. After tasting a few bites, he didn’t
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touch them anymore. However, Josie was enjoying them, especially the honey roast duck, which she had several helpings of.
Dexter mocked, “Have you always had such a varied taste?”
Josie raised her eyes. “I didn’t realize you were talking about food at first. Sorry.”
His expression darkened a few shades.
She continued to eat. “I love sweets. I,always feel there’s something to look forward to when I eat something sweet. When I was in school, Pop used to buy them for me. If I did well in my homework, I’d get ice cream, and if I got top marks in my exams, I’d get honey roast duck. But Justin never had this. treatment because he was bad at studying.” She bit her fork and laughed, reminiscing about the past.
She wasn’t sure how much Dexter had taken it. He casually got up and said, “I’m going to the restroom.”
The streets were winding and not easy to navigate. The lady boss led him into her own home, afraid he might find it simple. When Dexter came out of the restroom, he didn’t rush to leave. Instead, he took a detour and entered the kitchen.
The lady boss was busy cooking, and the exhaust fan was humming. Suddenly seeing Dexter, she was startled. “Young man, can’t you find your way out?”
Dexter furrowed his brows tightly. He took out his phone and scanned a QR code before saying, “Ma’am, can you make another serving of honey roast duck?”
