NovelEnglishIt was the sold saying. When Dexter was willing, he was a master at uplifting people's spirits. Apart from financial matters, he was meticulous in every aspect.
Once, Josie believed that if any other woman had met him, she would be cherished just as much.
However, at that moment, he was completely lost, unsure of what to do. The look in his eyes as he gazed at her was filled with confusion, tinged with caution. It was nothing like before.
In the depths of the winter night, the rows of elm trees outside Mason Garden had shed all their leaves, appearing desolate under the glow of the street lamps. Taking a breath, all one could feel was the cold air.
It was three in the morning, and Josie stood outside, knocking on the door.
The bodyguard standing guard outside saw her, but instead of stopping her, he wore a look of pleasant surprise.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtDexter opened the door, still dressed as he had been in the afternoon. A stubble of blue had sprouted on his chin, making him look physically and mentally exhausted. However, upon seeing her, a glimmer of joy could be seen in his eyes.
"Don't misunderstand. | cfor Paul's clues," she said.
The door was half-open, allowing the cold air to continuously seep in, which considerably cleared Dexter's mind.
"I know." He stood aside and continued, "Paul was last seen under Arnold's control. Rachel admitted to having seen him." Josie walked in, frowning as she looked at him.
Dexter quickly said, "She wants to see you." Josie closed her eyes when she heard that. Well, in the end, | still can't escape.
When she opened her eyes, she was startled to see a black computer sitting on the living room table. It was the one Morgan had given her.
Next to the computer, there was also a phone case, which had clearly been opened and inspected.
Rarely, Josie felt a moment of guilt.
Dexter wore an expressionless face as he walked over, casually explaining, "Moses found it while cleaning up the scene." Having brought her back, he had certainly checked everything, and he knew that she had been eavesdropping on him all along.
"Feeling uncomfortable?" He sat on the carpet, removing the listening device that was attached to his phone case.
Josie stood still, unmoving. Dexter hadn't turned on the heater, making the inside feel even colder than the outside.
"What?" "Were you upset when you constantly heard about my interactions with Rachel back then?" Dexter conjured a mocking smile that was devoid of anger. His expression was only filled with heartache and helplessness.
Josie deliberately overlooked the bitterness of that moment, turning her head away. "No. Back then, I just wanted to know your travel plans." "When was it installed?" Dexter pulled out a cigarette and lit it up.
He took a puff. As the smoke dispersed in the air, his eyes were clear and bright.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmJosie was unwilling to meet his gaze. "Where is Rachel?" she asked.
"Russell Mansion." His gaze remained persistent, leaving her with no choice but to tell the truth.
That was after the grandfather was laid to rest.
Dexter nodded in understanding, refraining from further comment. He simply continued to smoke.
Strangely enough, whenever Josie saw him silently smoking, her heart would still ache.
After finishing his cigarette, he gave her a bitter smile tinged with a hint of appeasement. "I'll take you to meet Rachel at dawn. It's too late now," he said.
Josie found a corner to sit down, her arms wrapped around her knees. Suddenly, she said, "If there had been a moment in the past when you were willing to explain things to me, we wouldn't have ended up here." The brutal truth pierced Dexter's heart directly, and he finally understood the meaning of too late for regrets.
However, there was no going back. Many things in life would never leave room for regret. By the trealization struck, it was already too late.
Josie had taught him a profound lesson, and that was the true meaning of loss.
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