Chapter 861

Josie’s helplessness still lingered, and she couldn’t believe Dexter would humiliate her like that.

Still, she shook her head and used her last bit of strength to say, “I don’t like it. Nor am I willing to do it.”

Dexter looked at her, his eyes devoid of warmth. Whenever he recalled the picture of her with another. man, the agitation deep within him roiled relentlessly, almost pushing him to the brink of endurance.

He leaned down and grasped the back of her neck, forcing her closer to him. “But I like it.”

When he was not in the mood to talk nicely, he was no different from a frivolous man who regarded the world with disdain. He would have no qualms about causing chaos and destruction to obtain something he desired.

Kneeling on the ground, Josie clutched at his pants tightly, yet the expensive fabric barely wrinkled.

“You lured me here with your tricks just for this?”

Dexter didn’t affirm or deny it. “Isn’t this what you’re best at?”

It was a blatant insult. Surprisingly, Josie didn’t get angry. She stopped struggling, her fair and delicate hand landing on his silver belt. With a light press on the buckle, a soft click sounded.

man’s desire blazed

her face devoid of expression. Just when she was about to unfasten his belt, a hand suddenly

I ask. Would you do the

uncontrollable urge to

you who forced

frustration, yet she continued, “Isn’t what you enjoy most watching me trapped in the golden cage you’ve created, crashing around until I’m battered and bloodied but forever under your control? Does that make you feel good, Dexter?”

showed on his face, devoid of any warmth.

them as she was at that moment. He grew up surrounded by riches and had always been the dominant one. Conversely, she was accustomed to a

gap between them had long since widened into a gulf when she went missing.

eyes. “Why… have you changed

referring to the boy she grew up with or the man she came to

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right in the heart, and her sorrowful expression

excellent. Although the view wasn’t expansive, it offered great. privacy.

outside made the room grow even dimmer and the atmosphere increasingly solemn and

in a corner, watching the heavy raindrops pelt

you’ve dealt the higher-ups of Wavery a slap

lighter flicking to life was particularly noticeable in the pitch-black surroundings. Dexter cupped the flame and

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