Chapter 892 Heather Attempted Suicide
“Truthfully, Dexter, I don’t mind you protecting her because of her identity. I can understand that you’re bound to Liana by life and death. But putting that aside, you haven’t truly fallen in love with her, have you?”
Josie had contemplated multiple times whether to reveal her true identity to Dexter. She wanted to see his reaction at that moment, yet she also feared it because she didn’t know who she could trust to that very day.
There was still a red mark on her face. The stubborn look in her eyes as she stared at him. then had Dexter’s brows crease even deeper.
His silence almost plunged Josie’s heart into a chaotic mess. No matter how much he had. tormented her during this time, she knew that hidden within was a sense of possessiveness, and the source of it was love. However, that was no longer certain then.
“Owing someone can generate sympathy and even love.” Josie enunciated, almost in despair.
“You’re overthinking things.” Dexter’s hand that held the umbrella was getting sore, so he switched to his other hand.
“Then, do you say you’ve got no pity for her and only used her?” she shrieked in the rain.
“Josie!” Dexter raised his voice with a frown, his tone icy. “What about you? How do about Morgan, this so-called first love of yours? Has he made you relive your past memories?”
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Upon hearing that, Josie immediately pushed him away. Like an angry little cub, she spun on her heel and stalked away.
She walked into the rain, and Dexter quickly followed with the umbrella, grabbing her wrist. “Why, did I hit a nerve, and you’re now too lazy to argue?”
On the day of Liana’s birthday, he saw her nestled in Morgan’s arms with a relaxed expression in the hall. It was clear that she was dependent on him.
A thorn lodged deep in his heart, and it was simply impossible to remove.
Josie’s entire face was lifted, and she wore an expression of utter exasperation. “Dexter, we’re already divorced. Don’t be hypocritical.”
“I think you’re the one being hypocritical,” Dexter increased the force of his grip. Suddenly, he waved his hand and tossed the bothersome umbrella away. Bending down, he kissed her, their lips meeting amidst the icy rain.
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The heavy rain drenched the two of them in no time. Josie pushed against him with both hands in front of her, struggling fiercely. She sobbed, “Dexter!”
In the secluded alley, they were both trapped in the rain, trying to salvage their fragile love with desire.
It was too cold, and Dexter pulled Josie into his arms, kissing her fervently. His breathing grew increasingly heavier. “Josie, I’ve told you that you are mine,”
She pounded the man’s solid chest desperately, her palms bright red. But gradually, her body went limp from his kiss, and the relentless rain made her yearn to draw closer to his warmth.
Dexter sensed her softening, but just then, his phone in his pocket suddenly rang.
It was his personal phone, and no one would call him on it unless it was urgent.
Josie pinned his hand down. “Don’t answer it.”
The two of them moved slightly apart. Dexter’s voice was hoarse as he leaned in for another kiss. “Okay.”
The phone rang for forty-five seconds before disconnecting, only to persistently ring again.
After that happened three times, Dexter’s brows furrowed. In the end, he reached in and took his phone out. It was a call from Larry.
He pulled Josie into his arms and answered the call. “What is it?”
Larry was frantic. “Ms. Olsen attempted suicide, Mr. Russell!”
Strangely enough, the early autumn rain was also accompanied by lightning. It illuminated. Josie’s pale face.
Dexter’s expression stiffed slightly. “When did this happen?”
“Just an hour ago. She’s in the emergency room now, and Claudia has arrived.”
His large hand rested on Josie’s waist.
Larry asked, “Aren’t you coming over, Mr. Russell?”
“No,” Josie said loudly.
After saying that, she hung up the phone for him.
