“What do you think? Two years ago, he suffered a fatal blow. Now, he’s extremely fragile, burdened by both physical and psychological stress. You understand.”

Dexter wore a serious expression, seemingly lost in thought.

“Got an idea?” Calvin sat down and took a sip of the coffee he had brewed. He spat it out as soon as it hit his tongue. “Damn, why is it so bitter?”

Dexter lifted his gaze. “It tastes better after a while. Give it another taste.”

Calvin was half convinced. He took another sip, but it was still unbearably bitter.

He furrowed his brows and said, “Regarding Josie’s matter, should we send word from Rivodia back to Wavery? Just say the word, and I’ll handle it for you.”

Indeed, having Mark’s support at this time was a significant boost. However, Dexter simply rose and walked to the window, his back figure exuding loneliness. “Forget it.”

“Why?”

“Josie doesn’t want it.”

That sentence left Calvin frozen in place. The Dexter he knew never cared about what others thought.

Calvin rubbed his temples, feeling somewhat helpless. “She brought you so much trouble. I don’t know whether it’s a blessing or a curse.”

curse?” Dexter chuckled.

him realize that her presence by his side was indeed his

be honest,” he said, “no matter how much you do, she may not necessarily be yours. Yet, it’s you who will

called out

uttering a hum of

and full of wild ideas. She’s half like

gentleness that Calvin had never seen

never thought

like

Even without Grape, I would

momentarily at a loss for

he thought the person before him didn’t even need love. But reality

a moment, Dexter gave him a pat on the shoulder. “Settle down as soon as you can. Don’t keep her waiting too

Mallory who had come

coffee brewed by Dexter, insisting that Mallory should also

her face

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