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.

Dexter had fallen asleep, he suddenly asked,

heart skipped a

it back

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

instance made him unable to

“That’s just a coincidence.”

waist, not indicating whether he

torrential rainstorm outside made the weather unusually cold. Dexter held her especially tight, and it took a long

side reminded

cotton slippers that

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

people, apparently tailors, were there

was still dealing

Ms. Olsen specifically instructed us to see you wear the suits.

at him. “No need

profusely. “If you don’t try, I’m afraid

hung up before saying, “Aren’t

was about

silently descending the stairs in her cotton slippers. “What’s

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