Chapter 562 We Would Still Have Kids

Dexter reached out to grab it, but she skillfully dodged, smirking at him. His elongated frame seemed out of place.

That shirt he wore was worth a fortune.

Dexter’s face looked pallid from his illness, yet he still exuded a captivating aura.

“You are ill. You can’t drink or cat skewers. You can only watch me eat,” Josie said curtly.

“I am not going to eat. Dexter replied, unfazed by her reluctance.

“I’ve made soup.”

“No time for that. You’re leaving in a bit.

Josie pondered and agreed with his statement.

soda can, sip by sip. She scowled at the bitter taste, but it left a lingering sweetness as an aftertaste. Despite the alluring

the delicate woman fearlessly devoured the skewers and gulped

sight he rarely

and embraced the role of a composed and

Josie, enraptured by her reveling

bitter pang surged through him. He fumbled in search of a cigarette, only to

you said true? Will you allow me to assist you in

face flushed, and replied, “Why don’t you

My team searched for extensively

inkling that Rivodia was

you there

her presence in Rivodia, she could only imagine his immense frustration after an exhaustive yet futile search. He would likely have turned Rivodia upside down in his

smiled and nodded, “I was in the church

struck Dexter. He could never have

observing strict vegetarianism and reciting scriptures, mourning our first

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