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

Chapter 551 Do You Really Like Arnold?

Josie was increasingly frustrated with Dexter. She felt bad that he had been injured because of her, but she didn’t want to be entangled with him anymore.

However, there was no one else to take care of him. Andy had too much on his plate, so Josie was the only one who could do that. The doctor had given her instructions on what to do, and she just needed to follow them.

Dexter had a quick temper, but Josie knew he was more patient now. Occasionally, she could feel that he looked at her with a hint of concern and hesitation.

He didn’t want her to exhaust herself from taking care of him.

Josie wasn’t naive. She knew that Dexter was trying to make amends with her. She also suspected it was because he felt remorseful about what had happened.

She sneered at him, “You booked this room for half a year? Are you not going to care about the Russell Group anymore?”

Dexter tapped on the computer before him. “I do care, but I also have to care for you.”

Josie’s lips curled into a playful smirk. “I’ll still leave after you get better.”

“I’ve changed the passcode.”

out from

deep scowl. “You wouldn’t dare,” he responded, his voice laced with concern. He knew that Josie was capable of doing it if she was feeling desperate.

attitude. She had only meant it as a joke, but Dexter’s

wound, hoping to change the subject. “It’s time to change

chiseled by a master sculptor. Even in Josie’s eyes, he

cheeks turned scarlet as he

excruciatingly painful. Josie’s fingers danced across his spine, applying the ointment with gentle pressure. The cool ointment left a trail of relief

his

voice was deep and

with heavy

touched her, the memory of his touch

feel too guilty about it,” Dexter commented suddenly.

endured because of me.”

with surprise. She

but her relief was short-lived when he suddenly pulled her by the wrist, and she fell onto

on his face. Josie’s eyes widened in alarm, and

him forcefully, trying to break away from his grasp. He leaned back, the lines

retreated from him, her frustration clear in her voice. “Dexter, what are you trying to do?” she asked, the pitch of her voice raising