Chapter 904 Kept Him Company
The Russell family’s doctor came to look Dexter over and prescribed him some medicine. Then, he turned to Josie, who stayed, and said, “Mr. Dexter is ill due to overwork, but the root of the problem lies within his heart.”
Josie glanced at the man lying on the bed. If it were in the past, she would never have believed that Dexter was sick at heart. After all, that could never possibly happen to such an arrogant person.
“Try to counsel him as much as you can. It’s best if you can lift his spirits.”
Josie stayed. Dampening a towel with water, she placed it on his forehead and repeated that process until three o’clock in the morning.
Dexter’s sleep was far from peaceful. He kept sweating, and his brows knitted deeply together. It was clear that even in his dreams, he was not happy.
Josie wiped his sweat for him while musing to herself at times. It turns out that this strong man would also grieve and suffer at the loss of his closest family member.
By three o’clock in the morning, Dexter’s fever had finally subsided. Josie couldn’t sleep, so she sat by the bay window. It was autumn then. Outside, the hibiscus in the courtyard were blooming fervently in the night.
She endured the long hours, counting the time until the break of dawn. Finally, with a firm resolve, she walked to the table beside Dexter’s bed and picked up His personal phone.
The phone case he was using was the one she chose for him, and the background was the words she personally wrote-Everything You Want Will Be Better Than You Expected.
He was puzzled at that moment and asked, “Why isn’t it may all your wishes come true?”
Josie answered earnestly, “I read a book that said ‘everything you want will be better than you expected’ is
of greater significance than ‘may all your wishes come true. It’s the best blessing one can give.”
When Dexter heard that, his lips curved into a smile, and he accepted the phone case she personally put on for him.
The edges of the phone case had oxidized, indicating that it had been used for a long time. Josie hadn’t expected him to have retained it for so long.
She opened the phone case and placed a tiny recording device inside. It was so small that it was almost imperceptible, and even if it were discovered or fell out, it wouldn’t be suspected to be a recording device.
Even if she were interrogated about it, she could explain it off well.
Josie replaced the phone case, casting a glance at the man sleeping soundly before lowering her gaze.
When dawn broke, Dexter finally woke up. He opened his eyes, only to be greeted by the sight of Josie, who had fallen asleep sprawled over the edge of the bed Her prohle was chubby, and her lips were slightly pouted
He gazed at her for a long time until the servant who made a shushing gesture the person
to deliver breakfast knocked on the door He
Casually picking up his phone from the bedside table, e tapped open the camera and snapped a picture
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of her as though guided by some unseen force.
Once he fell ill, it lasted for a full three to four days. He stayed at Russell Mansion with absolutely no contact with the outside world.
Josie kept him company by his side, both of them tacitly avoiding any mention of the
past.
When Dexter was feeling better, he enjoyed sunbathing in the courtyard. A cat someone else reared often came by, and he happily played with it.
News of Henry’s passing had already spread within the circle, but the outside world was still in the dark. He browsed the news occasionally, and on a typical afternoon, he instructed Larry to publish a press release about it.
After making the call, he turned off his phone. At that moment, Josie found a badminton racket from somewhere and asked him with a smile, “How about a match?”
The autumn wind puffed up his coat. Dexter reached out to take it, asking somewhat absentmindedly, “Do you know how to play?”
“You must be joking. My badminton skills were taught by an expert.”
Dexter’s faint smile faded slightly as he thought of Morgan since she once mentioned that the latter had taught her many things.
However, as Josie played against him, the picture in her mind was that confident and cheerful lad who taught her how to play badminton step by step.
Most often, he said, “You’re the dumbest person in the whole of Wavery, Leanne.”
