Chapter 446 Giving Her a Tattoo

Dexter wouldn’t answer her. He brought the car to a stop at a rather vibrant area away from the city that bustled with noise.

Despite the late hour, the place was buzzing with crowds of people.

Josie stood still, completely bewildered.

She had stayed in Wavery for two years, but she never knew they had a night market here.

What was even more startling was that Dexter would take her there.

“Get down,” he uttered coldly.

Josie wasn’t sure what he wanted to do. Josie’s frustrations were building up inside her like a volcano, ready to erupt at any moment.

Dexter was dressed in a crisp white shirt and black slacks; his casual and easygoing look was a stark contrast to the poster-filled walls and shouting of vendors.

Josie followed behind him without knowing their destination.

toward the end of the alley, they reached a small, rundown parlor. An old vintage bicycle

lit with a warm

faces contorted in pain as they cried out in agony. The tattoo artist stood in front of

was a tattoo

an old man who was hunched over. The man smiled politely at him.

why Dexter had brought her here. Their screams were like nails on a chalkboard, making Josie’s

entrance, afraid to enter the

get a

toward Josie. “Get in here,” he

Giving Her a Tattoo

her head, her legs rooted

icy glare, he commanded her

throbbing in her ears. “I don’t want to go in,”

and carried her up

I don’t want to get a tattoo!” Josie exclaimed in shock

two empty sockets, devoid of all emotions. Without delay, he wrapped her arms and

shock, and her heart pounded against her ribs. Dexter looked like an executioner, ready to carry out a death sentence

“Don’t come near me!”

with desperation as she feared his

wrapped an apron around Dexter’s waist and placed the tattoo

free herself, but she was

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