Chapter 903 Developed A Fever
While saying that, Dexter lowered his eyes, his usual confidence gone without a trace. Josie seemingly glimpsed a shadow of that child sitting in the rain with a hint of pride in his grievance from the past.
But now that Henry was gone, there was no one left to carry him home.
“It’s okay. I wasn’t expecting you anyway.” Josie placed the bowl on the table beside her.
Dexter fell silent for a moment. Then, he asked in a subdued voice, “Still, you were more or less hopeful, right?”
The corners of Josie’s mouth turned down, and she found him utterly ridiculous. “Mr. Russell, I was stood
What do you expect me to say?”
“What would you have said to me if you had seen me that day?” Dexter asked while tilting his head back, his eyes as dark as night.
When two people were close, they often developed a kind of telepathy, especially when they understood each other too well.
After studying him for a while, Josie couldn’t help but feel that life was truly unfair, for his countenance was so striking that it would stand out even in the entertainment industry.
“I would’ve asked you who is more important-me or Heather,” Josie said with a bitter smile.
At that, the corners of Dexter’s mouth twitched, for he knew that she was just joking.
Some words were meant to be spoken at a specific time. If that moment had passed, perhaps they would never be voiced again in that lifetime.
He missed that specific moment, and Josie didn’t feel like saying it anymore since it would be pointless,
She glanced at the people beyond the floor-to-ceiling window behind the man. They all appeared calm, but each was actually occupied with their own thoughts.
“Will they affect you?”
“With Old Mr. Russell gone, nothing else matters now.” Dexter didn’t look back. He picked up the bowl of noodles she carried over and started scarfing it down. Whatever they want, they can have it if they can win me for it”
Josie was not accustomed to his apathetic attitude, finally understanding the meaning behind Morgan’s remark that the power dynamics in Wavery would be reshuffled
Dexter suddenly stopped eating, his body inclined forward a fraction.
“Dexter”
Then, Jose again called out to him hesitantly. Desier
Dexter lifted his gaze slight; his eyes red rummed He
her a smule that looked worse than it he
had cated
She hesitated for
moment before hitting her hands and placing them over his eyes in an attempt to stop
Ins tears from talinng
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The following day, Henry’s funeral procession took place. His resting place was the cemetery behind Russell Mansion, where he would sleep eternally with his ancestors.
Josie wore the bracelet Henry gave her in the past. He said it was a family heirloom from the Russell family, given to the eldest son’s wife. No matter her status presently, she had always been Henry’s granddaughter-in-law in the latter’s heart.
The funeral was a simple affair. Everyone held a bouquet of white chrysanthemums and respectfully placed it before the grave. Dexter stood by the tombstone, shaking hands with those who came.
Clad in black, he was striking with his back ramrod straight. Yet, his demeanor was one of solitude.
When everyone had left, he stayed there alone. He arranged the flowers in front of the tombstone. Then, he sat down beside it and rolled up his sleeves.
No one knew what he was thinking. He sat under the sunlight with a twig in his hand, writing names on the ground, then erasing them, only to repeat it all over again.
That persisted until the afternoon when Marilyn invited Josie over, to which the latter responded with surprise.
After a moment, Josie stepped forward and crouched down to roll down his sleeves for him in exasperation. “You’re always so flippant in front of Grandpa. He won’t be pleased.”
“Even so, he can’t beat me anymore.” Dexter allowed her to fuss over him, for he didn’t really care.
Stilling, Josie glanced at him. “Just wait, and the beating will come in your dreams.”
Dexter’s lip twitched, but he said nothing.
That was Josie’s second visit to Russell Mansion. The first visit had been during the New Year’s Eve following their marriage. She had never expected the occupant to have passed into nothingness when she stepped foot in there again.
That night, Dexter developed a fever that spiked to thirty-nine point degrees, causing him to toss and turn restlessly.
