The sound of water droplets hitting her hair woke Josie from her slumber. As she regained her senses, she spoke, “Dexter, you have a fiancée.”

“Yeah,” he responded calmly, seemingly unfazed. “I’ve told you before; you are mine for life.”

Josie looked up, observing the movement of his Adam’s apple on his neck. She was about to retort when Dexter released her. He took her hand and led her back to the master bedroom.

“What are you doing?” Josie exclaimed in disbelief.

“Sleep with me.”

“You’ve gone mad!”

“I won’t touch you.”

Perhaps due to exhaustion, Dexter’s voice was hoarse. “Sleep with me, Josie. I won’t check what you just sent.”

That sentence struck a chord with Josie, leaving her motionless.

So, in the end, the two lay on their sides, with Dexter holding her from behind, making no inappropriate moves.

Josie could hear his slow and steady breathing. The recent stress must have taken a toll on him, as he was truly exhausted.

had fallen asleep, he

skipped a

it

was ambiguous. “On the day you exposed Leanne’s plagiarism, you were also wearing

that one instance made him unable to remember

“That’s just a coincidence.”

her waist, not indicating

cold. Dexter held her especially tight, and it took a long

reminded

a pair of cotton slippers that had appeared beside

out of the room, Josie looked down from the second floor and

tailors, were

still dealing with

difficult position. “Mr. Russell, Ms. Olsen specifically instructed us to see you wear the

him.

try, I’m afraid we

before saying, “Aren’t you afraid you won’t

so anxious that he was about

gaze, silently descending the stairs in her cotton

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