The Epic Blind Date with My Boss

Chapter 447 Thorns

Josie felt her heart swell at his words, but she couldn’t help but find fault with him. “Are you saying that I look ugly with this scar?”

Dexter froze, his eyes narrowing as he looked at her. “If you don’t want to suffer more pain, stop saying nonsense,” he warned, his voice cold and threatening.

Josie had no intention of stopping there. “Liana never had a scar before, right? Why are you going to such an extent for me?” she asked, her eyes challenging him.

Dexter kept silent, his jaw clenched. He was not going to give her the satisfaction of answering her question. Josie felt bored talking to herself.

She could feel the needle pricking her skin and bit her lip to keep herself from crying out in pain. She looked down at the bedsheets and noticed her hands were clenching the fabric tightly.

“Let go,” Dexter said, his voice sharp.

Her fingers were red, almost bruising from holding on too tightly.

“It hurts!” Josie cried out, her voice filled with pain.

Dexter threw a sponge at her. “Hold this,” he demanded.

She did not expect Dexter to show consideration for her situation, and she was surprised by his sudden act of kindness.

“Why do you know how to tattoo?” she inquired.

it a

on her. “I want a nice tattoo,” she started mumbling, her voice increasingly agitated. “Do you even know how

ignored her anxious questioning, his focus

as pale as porcelain. The blood seeped out as soon as the needle touched her skin, leaving a satisfactory visual contrast between the deep red blood

wanted

heard that a tattoo had to be something meaningful so that you can remember it for

continued. “Dexter, do

face was all scrunched up from enduring

said, “I didn’t

stared at him, unsure of

get the two of you mixed up at the start. It had already been twenty years since I last saw Leanne. No matter how close we were when

voice washed over her doubts like a warm wave, banishing them

continued to work on the

you, I feel every other

his eyes met

she stared at the face inches

and chiseled as if they had been carved from stone. His dark, profound eyes gazed straight into hers as if he was focusing on his work

afraid she would whimper in pain from the piercing of the needle, he tried to be as gentle

close she could see the peach

at that moment, she