In a state of urgency, Josie swiftly turned her face, ready to unleash a tirade. However, Dexter had already anticipated her move and promptly turned his cheek. As a result, her soft lips landed on his cheek.

Josie froze. She immediately burned up.

By the time she reacted, she instinctively tried to retreat. However, Dexter, quick as lightning, had already raised his hand to gently cradle the back of her head. This time, without any mistake, he planted a kiss on her lips.

They were intertwined with each other.

Josie’s heartbeat came to a halt. Her eyes widened in shock, and for a moment, she even forgot to struggle.

Perhaps her will to struggle wasn’t that strong at all.

Dexter could feel it. He hadn’t used much strength, but in the midst of their constant shifting and turning, his breathing gradually deepened. His large hand came to rest on her waist.

Josie finally came to her senses. “Dexter…”

Her voice was soft and low, reminiscent of a quiet kitten.

He gripped her tighter, allowing her to feel him.

“Jo…”

me. Our daughter

was sound asleep. Without a second thought, he scooped Josie up by

way, he even instructed his secretary, “Take good care of

forced to nestle in the man’s arms, hiding her face. This man, as always, had

lounge closed with a soft click, and Josie was tossed onto the sofa. She found her freedom and was about to run, but the man grabbed hold of her calf. With a gentle tug, he

Josie

their daughter, not to move her to

didn’t argue. His chest was ablaze with a fiery

ears. The familiar feeling of breathlessness returned, leaving him utterly

fair neck, giving it a slight bite. Josie, wincing in pain, tilted her

Josie asked, despite being

sparing a bit of energy to unclasp the string of rosary beads from his

broke the night

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