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.”

jump out from

Josie was capable of doing it if she was feeling desperate. His reckless demeanor must have rubbed on her. Understanding that she could take unnecessary risk, he spoke in a hushed

change of attitude. She had only meant it as a joke, but

new dressing for his wound, hoping to change the subject. “It’s time

body. Every line on his body was like it had been chiseled by a master sculptor. Even in Josie’s eyes, he was the

he lay

but it was excruciatingly painful. Josie’s fingers danced across his spine, applying the ointment with gentle pressure. The cool ointment left a

his face

was deep and

room was suddenly filled with heavy tension, the air thick with unspoken

touched her, the memory of his

feel too guilty about it,” Dexter commented suddenly. “This is nothing compared to the

endured because of me.”

went wide with surprise. She didn’t know how

a sense of relief after dressing his wound, but her relief was short-lived when he suddenly pulled her by the wrist, and she

expression on his face. Josie’s eyes widened in alarm, and she tried to get off the bed, but his hands locked her wrist

away from his grasp. He leaned back, the lines

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