Chapter 450 Letting Go of the Past

When Dexter returned to the table, Josie lifted her head from her arms and stared drowsily into his eyes.

His lashes were dark and long, and he bore an air of calmness.

They looked into each other’s eyes, and Josie felt a wave of love and understanding wash over her. She knew Dexter understood her, and she felt safe and loved by her husband.

After a long while, Dexter held her up by her arms. “Let’s go home,” he uttered.

Josie leaned on the wall filled with old vintage murals with her arms folded. She stared warmly towards Dexter, who was holding Owen’s arms, sending him back home.

From where Josie stood, she noticed Dexter placing a card into Owen’s pocket.

The two of them knew each other’s boundaries, and they respected those boundaries. Hence, they showed their care in small, subtle ways.

Owen held Dexter’s hands and stared knowingly at him with a mischievous smile. Josie, standing behind them, was oblivious to their exchange.

“I saw everything.”

“What did you see?” Dexter asked.

exchanged your cards to

his hands and how his lips curled into a warm

denying his words, the corner of Dexter’s lips

I’ll be happy as

hands and patted them. “Your mother came here a few days

Dexter fell silent.

you helped her

kid?” He repeated the words through his gritted teeth. “I might be

of the

understand her. She might

with a dismissive wave of his hand as they reached the tattoo parlor. He turned and walked

Josie turned around and glanced at the sign, trying to remember the name

relationship

He’s the cousin of Xanthe, and he has

young.

reason he’s called Uncle Owen…he’s Xanthe’s

him because he had a grudge against

left as he didn’t know how to

you brought me here because you’ve let

tightly gripped her hands and

innocent.” He lifted his head and looked at the sky. “Everyone has

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