That Day When I Got Married to My Boss at the Blind Date

Chapter 447 Thorns

Josie felt her heart swell at his words, but she couldn’t help but find fault with him. “Are you saying that I look ugly with this scar?”

Dexter froze, his eyes narrowing as he looked at her. “If you don’t want to suffer more pain, stop saying nonsense,” he warned, his voice cold and threatening.

Josie had no intention of stopping there. “Liana never had a scar before, right? Why are you going to such an extent for me?” she asked, her eyes challenging him.

Dexter kept silent, his jaw clenched. He was not going to give her the satisfaction of answering her question. Josie felt bored talking to herself.

She could feel the needle pricking her skin and bit her lip to keep herself from crying out in pain. She looked down at the bedsheets and noticed her hands were clenching the fabric tightly.

“Let go,” Dexter said, his voice sharp.

Her fingers were red, almost bruising from holding on too tightly.

“It hurts!” Josie cried out, her voice filled with pain.

Dexter threw a sponge at her. “Hold this,” he demanded.

She did not expect Dexter to show consideration for her situation, and she was surprised by his sudden act of kindness.

“Why do you know how to tattoo?” she inquired.

learned it a few years

started mumbling, her voice increasingly agitated. “Do you even know how to draw? Are you good at drawing? Are you sure you can

anxious questioning, his

was as pale as porcelain. The blood seeped out as soon as the needle touched

up and down as he swallowed hard. He wanted

be something meaningful so that you can remember

pause, she continued. “Dexter, do you

at her. Her face was all scrunched up from enduring the

over his thoughts briefly, he said, “I didn’t marry you because of

at him, unsure of how

get the two of you mixed up at the start. It had already been twenty years since I last saw Leanne. No matter how close we were

like a warm

to work on the

feel indebted to her, but to you, I feel every

please believe me?” his eyes met hers warmly as

in her chest as she stared at the face inches away

unwavering when he was hard at work. The angles on his face were sharp and chiseled as if they had been carved from stone. His dark, profound eyes gazed straight into hers as if he was focusing on his work with laser-like

in pain from the piercing of the needle, he tried

she could see the

at that moment, she got