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.

agreed

sweetness as an aftertaste. Despite the alluring aroma and steam rising from

secretly watched as the delicate woman fearlessly devoured the skewers and gulped

sight he rarely

and embraced the role of a composed and poised Mrs.

the billowing smoke, his gaze lingered on Josie, enraptured by her

search of a cigarette, only to

asked cautiously, “Was what you said true? Will you

flushed, and replied, “Why don’t you ask me why

to Rivodia. My team searched for extensively but couldn’t find

inkling that

you there

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

“I was in the church

struck Dexter. He could never have guessed that Josie went

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