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 here

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

startled by the sudden change of attitude. She had only meant it as a joke, but

change the subject. “It’s time to change your dressing,”

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

as he lay face down on

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

pain, his

and raspy, making Josie’s

heavy tension, the air thick with unspoken

touched her, the

suddenly. “This is nothing compared to

endured because of me.”

surprise.

wound, but her relief was short-lived when he

eyes widened in alarm, and she tried to get off the bed, but his hands locked her wrist

his grasp. He leaned back, the lines on his forehead creasing in pain as he grazed

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