NovelEnglishAfter offering her respects, Josie walked to the side where many scriptures were displayed, all written by descendants of the Russell family.
She immediately spotted Dexter's handwriting, bold and distinctive.
She reached out and took the scripture. He had completed it in its entirety. It was rare to see him so focused and calm. Flipping it casually, she turned to the last page. It was dated a year ago.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtJosie's lips twitched slightly, noticing there was another page. Turning it over, he found a line of text written boldly on the back: "From Leanne, penned by Dexter, a small offering to you. Josie's been quite preoccupied, I'm sure you wouldn't hold it against her. If you find the time, do visit her in your dreams occasionally. Check on her forand see if she's doing well." Upon seeing these words, Josie was caught off guard. A warmth spread through her eyes, and she felt a sudden urge to cry. Her emotions were so complex that they left her speechless.
Dexter's a fool.
Over the past couple of years, she did dream of Henry. Most of these dreams were from her childhood, where he would offer her candy to make her happy, saying that her happiness was the most important thing.
Tflew past.
In Josie's moment of distraction, something fell behind her, jolting her back to reality.
She turned in surprise and saw a cup shattered on the ground. Looking up, she was met with the lazy figure of a man leaning against the doorway, though she couldn't tell how long he'd been there.
Startled, Josie put down the scripture. "When did you get here?" Dexter entered the room from the sunlight outside, his bright eyes gradually darkening. "You were too focused to notice someone coming in." The attendant seized the opportunity to step forward, tidying up the shattered pieces swiftly before hastily making his exit, leaving them alone to their private moment.
Josie gestured with her eyes. "I didn't realize you still had the patience to copy scriptures." Dexter also looked over and seemed lost in thought. "During that time, Grandpa often appeared in my dreams, asking about your well-being. I couldn't answer, so I copied the scriptures in your nto put his mind at ease." Strangely, after he finished copying the scriptures, Henry never appeared in his dreams again.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmJosie felt a pang of bitterness in her heart as she leaned back in her chair, looking at the array of memorial tablets.
"Next time, I'll bring Grape here to pay respect to him." "I already brought her once. She greeted him sweetly," Dexter said unable to hide the smile at the corner of his lips. Then, he added quickly, "But it's different if you bring her here. Grandpa adores you more." Josie almost laughed. At this point, he was still fixated on this.
She shook her head. "I don't deserve his favoritism." "There's nothing to feel guilty about, Leanne. You've done enough." Dexter rarely called her Leanne. He tilted his body slightly, shielding her from the autumn sunlight. "Cassidy and Wyatt are from the sne lineage as the main branch of f the Russell family. There has been discontent for years, and they've been plotting. I'll handle today's events." It had only happened twenty minutes ago, and yet he already knew.
Josie scoffed. "There's no privacy in the Russell family, is there?" "How so?" Dexter lifted her chin with his hand, pinching her cheek affectionately. "No one knows about us.” Josie was taken aback and looked at him in surprise. After a moment, realization dawned on her and she felt both embarrassed and annoyed. Her eyelashes were wet with unshed tears as she retorted, "I don't want to talk to you." She attempted to turn away, but Dexter pulled her back into his embrace. Her forehead collided with his firm shoulder. "What are you doing..." "You didn't say something right." "What?" "Who said being divorced means we can't be friends? I never intended to be your friend, Leanne." Josie was still pushing against his waist when he suddenly spoke. Her strength lessened at once. This man knew everything she had ever said.
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