The sound of water continued.
Josie pursed her lips and turned to leave. There weren’t many servants in the Mason Garden now, so she could move around freely. What surprised her was that the furnishings in the study had hardly changed, and all the documents were still there. Even some confidential items were untouched, and their codes remained unchanged.
Josie was taken aback.
In the past, Dexter had been careless around her, and even now, it seemed to be the same. She didn’t turn on the lights. Sitting in front of the computer, she quickly searched for the content she needed. She only sent a portion of the information and then cleared the history.
What does the downfall of the Carter Group have to do with Rivodia? Morgan, businesspeople are driven by profit. I know you are using me, but we both need to be cautious.
She lowered her head to send a message, fully aware of the situation between the two of them.
Morgan was typing away. As she waited for a response, there was a sudden click. The study was bathed in bright light, and she found herself in full view of the man standing at the doorway.
He was dressed in silk pajamas, his hair still wet. His gaze was cold as he asked slowly, “What are you looking for?”
Josie clenched her phone, forcing herself to remain calm. “My computer suddenly crashed, so I used yours to send something,” she said, breaking into a cold sweat.
Dexter lazily leaned against the door. Whether he believed her or not was unclear. Josie stood up. As she walked past him, she thanked him.
However, she couldn’t walk away. His large hand landed on her wrist, forcefully pulling her into his embrace. His scorching presence became evident as his icy lips touched her ear. “You’re nervous.”
Josie’s voice trembled. “You startled me by showing up so suddenly.”
Unable to break free, she decided to stop wasting her energy.
“What did you send?”
“Work documents.”
“My computer has a blocking feature. Would you like me to show you?”
Josie shuddered. The man behind her was like a venomous snake, capable of biting her at any moment. She took a deep breath. “Okay, show me.”
Instead of leaving, Dexter stayed. His large, scorching hand encircled her slender waist, exploring bit by bit before finally settling on her abdomen.
Suddenly, he said, “We once had a child,” as if sighing. The pain buried deep in Josie’s heart resurfaced, and her eyes stung with unshed tears. “It’s in the past.”
His lips brushed against her earlobe, and a sudden chill enveloped her entire body. He whispered, “Jo.”
Josie didn’t move. She said, “You will have many children with Heathers in the future. The one we had shouldn’t be remembered by you.”
Suddenly, Dexter tightened his grip, pulling her even closer. When he left the Olsen Residence tonight, Heather clung to his arm, crying and begging him to stay. Dexter simply pushed her hand away. “It’s too late. I don’t want to damage your reputation by staying.
Heather shook her head, tears streaming down her face. “So many things have happened at home, and I feel so upset being alone. Dex, if you’re with me, I’ll feel much more at ease. Will you stay with me, please?”
Dexter lowered his gaze, taking the tissue handed over by the servant. He gently wiped away her tears. “There are only a few days left until the wedding. Can you wait a bit?”
Heather still shook her head. “I want you now, Dex. Please.”
A hint of impatience flashed in his eyes momentarily, and it vanished in an instant. “Be obedient.”
“I don’t want to be obedient!” She cried even harder. “I know that night, Josie was also there. You took her back. Is she your secret lover, Dex? Are you going back to be with her?”
Dexter frowned. “Leanne.”
“Don’t go back, stay here.”
“There are many people at home to keep you company.
“All I want is you.” Heather sobbed uncontrollably like a child, trying to hold onto him. “I am your fiancée!”
