Dexter? Josie's brows furrowed suddenly, a look of confusion appearing on her face as she observed him. His expression was grim, and he gave her a meaningful glance.
She had no choice but to request the driver to stop.
Knowing Dexter's determination, he wouldn't rest until he achieved his goal. There was a possibility that he might start a street race right there on the road.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"Why are you following me?" Josie asked directly as she exited the car.
Dexter was no longer as desolate as he had been the day before. He had becmuch colder. He abruptly grabbed Josie's hand and pushed her into the passenger seat. "This is not the place to talk." "Could anyone possibly eavesdrop in broad daylight?" Josie stood still, displeased with the fact that she was being followed. "Whatever you have to say, say it here and now." Dexter's gaze was intense. However, there was a touch of grievance hidden within. "Regardless of your reasons, stay in Wavery for now." Upon hearing those words, Josie immediately understood most of it. Her eyebrows furrowed and then relaxed as she asked, "Who told you?" Dexter did not respond.
"Was it Charles?" "Rivodia is not a safe place. Without protection, you could get into trouble. If you're looking for Paul, wait until I've finished dealing with—" Josie interrupted him, "Dexter." He cto an abrupt halt, the cold hardness failing to conceal his underlying irritation.
"Don't tellit was you who arranged for Charles to meet me." She was incredibly astute. The direction from which Dexter had cwas clearly from that restaurant, indicating that he had been present during her conversation with Charles.
Who was it? Immediately, Josie recalled that peculiar waiter.
Dexter neither confirmed nor denied, refusing to let go of her hand. "In any case, stay for now." Josie looked at the man in front of her, instantly seething with anger. "Have you lost your mind, Dexter? Do you have too much free time? What kind of critical moment is this, and you're here playing cosplay with me? It seems the crisis of Russell Group isn't as serious as it seems." Dexter simply listened to her cold mockery and scathing sarcasm in silence. When she finished, he repeated his earlier statement, "Stay in Wavery for now." "The one who wanted to sendaway before this was you, and now the one who wants to keephere is also you. Am | your employee? Am | supposed to be summoned and dismissed at your whim?" Josie laughed as she spoke. She truly felt a sense of mockery.
The winter sun cast a pale, weary glow on the man's face, yet the resilience within him remained undiminished.
"It doesn't matter. Everything is fine as long as you're still willing to be angry with me." Dexter suddenly laughed, a chilling smile that could make anyone shudder.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmJosie furrowed her brows, feeling a tinge of fear from his reaction. Dexter has truly lost his mind.
But that was indeed what he thought. As long as there were emotional ups and downs, it was fine. He didn't want it to be like the night before, so calm and rational, devoid of any feelings for him. That was too terrifying, something he couldn't bear.
Otherwise, he wouldn't have sought out Charles overnight, asking for his help in persuasion. However, unexpectedly, he heard the news again that she was planning to leave Wavery.
Dexter felt like he was on the verge of going insane.
Both of them were dressed modestly, yet their demeanor and physique were eye-catching. Having stood by the street for a while, they attracted quite a few glances.
Morgan was driving past this area. He only took a quick glance initially and had already driven past when he realized something was amiss. "Ryan! Turn the car around!" he exclaimed.
Josie didn't want to prolong their conversation. "Dexter, now that you're back with Russell Group, you should focus on your responsibilities. Don't waste any more time," she said.
Unexpectedly, he didn't pay attention to a single word of what was said the night before and was wasting his ton such meaningless matters. In Josie's eyes, he wasn't the type of person to act so impulsively.