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.

a few

on her. “I want a nice tattoo,” she started mumbling, her voice increasingly agitated.

anxious questioning, his focus

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

swallowed hard. He wanted to

to be something meaningful so that you can remember it

continued. “Dexter, do you want me to remember this

Her face was all scrunched up from enduring the

he said,

at him, unsure

you mixed up at the start. It had already been twenty years since I last saw Leanne. No matter how close

doubts like a

continued to work on

to her, but to you, I feel

please believe me?” his eyes met hers warmly as he

hammering in her chest as she stared

was unwavering when he was hard at work. The angles on his face were sharp and chiseled as if they had been carved from stone. His dark, profound eyes gazed straight into hers

whimper in pain from the piercing of the needle,

she could see the peach fuzz

that moment,