Chapter 562 We Would Still Have Kids

Dexter reached out to grab it, but she skillfully dodged, smirking at him. His elongated frame seemed out of place.

That shirt he wore was worth a fortune.

Dexter’s face looked pallid from his illness, yet he still exuded a captivating aura.

“You are ill. You can’t drink or cat skewers. You can only watch me eat,” Josie said curtly.

“I am not going to eat. Dexter replied, unfazed by her reluctance.

“I’ve made soup.”

“No time for that. You’re leaving in a bit.

and agreed with his

the soda can, sip by sip. She scowled at the bitter taste, but it left a lingering sweetness as

watched as the delicate woman fearlessly devoured

was a sight he

carefree spirit and embraced the role of a composed and poised Mrs.

smoke, his gaze lingered on Josie, enraptured by her reveling in

He fumbled in search of a cigarette,

cautiously, “Was what you said true? Will you

don’t you ask me why

searched for extensively

inkling that

you there

frustration after an exhaustive yet futile search. He would likely have turned Rivodia upside down in his

smiled and nodded, “I was in the church

He could never have guessed that Josie

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