Josie stood still, momentarily stunned. After a while, she nodded and rose to her feet, calling for Moses to come in. “He’s drunk,” she said, “Help him inside to rest.”

Moses hurriedly entered, only to be met with Dexter’s gaze. For a moment, he was torn between advancing and retreating. Meanwhile, Josie had already returned to her room, or more accurately, Dexter’s room, where she had been temporarily residing for the past few days.

Moses was at a loss. “Should I… not have come in?”

Dexter merely closed his eyes, worn out from exhaustion.

Once the design blueprint was completed, Josie, as the lead designer, naturally had to present it to Arnold for review. It wasn’t just him, but also the leader in charge of this project, so she arranged a banquet at a high- end restaurant.

Before Josie left, she specifically instructed Moses to prepare a wheelchair for her. She sat in it to give it a try and found that it was fully automatic, which was quite impressive.

Grape sat in Dexter’s lap and asked, “Mommy, is this your new toy?”

Josie’s lips twitched. She saw Dexter leaning against the door. His expression was ambiguous, a mix of amusement and indifference. The desolation he had shown that day was gone, replaced by his usual calm demeanor.

“Expecting Arnold to have a conscience is like hoping to pluck stars from the sky,” he mocked, showing no courtesy at all.

just going through the motions. Who knows, he might still have

atmosphere of that day had awakened her. She could no longer

caught on. His expression didn’t change as he said, “Then, I wish you good

lips into

down the spines of those

able to see you off tomorrow. I have official matters to

was going to go by myself. I

left, cradling Grape

cautiously, “Mrs. Russell, isn’t it too hurtful to talk

before, don’t call me ‘Mrs. Russell. I’ve been divorced from him for a long time now. I don’t belong to anyone; I am my own

somewhat

walked further and further into the distance, never looking back. Josie cast a glance, forcibly suppressing

when Josie woke up, Dexter was already not at home. Justin was

lips. “I don’t want

a face of

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