The sound of water droplets hitting her hair woke Josie from her slumber. As she regained her senses, she spoke, “Dexter, you have a fiancée.”

“Yeah,” he responded calmly, seemingly unfazed. “I’ve told you before; you are mine for life.”

Josie looked up, observing the movement of his Adam’s apple on his neck. She was about to retort when Dexter released her. He took her hand and led her back to the master bedroom.

“What are you doing?” Josie exclaimed in disbelief.

“Sleep with me.”

“You’ve gone mad!”

“I won’t touch you.”

Perhaps due to exhaustion, Dexter’s voice was hoarse. “Sleep with me, Josie. I won’t check what you just sent.”

That sentence struck a chord with Josie, leaving her motionless.

So, in the end, the two lay on their sides, with Dexter holding her from behind, making no inappropriate moves.

Josie could hear his slow and steady breathing. The recent stress must have taken a toll on him, as he was truly exhausted.

fallen asleep, he suddenly asked,

skipped

it

the day you exposed Leanne’s plagiarism, you

him unable to remember

“That’s just a coincidence.”

around her waist, not indicating

and it took a

by her side reminded her that last night

pair of cotton slippers that had appeared beside the

of the room, Josie looked down from the

people, apparently tailors, were there with

dealing

Russell, Ms. Olsen specifically instructed us to see

glanced at him. “No

profusely. “If you don’t try, I’m

and hung up before saying, “Aren’t you afraid you won’t be able to

so anxious that he was about to get down on his

her gaze, silently descending the stairs in her

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