Chapter 892 Heather Attempted Suicide

“Truthfully, Dexter, I don’t mind you protecting her because of her identity. I can understand that you’re bound to Liana by life and death. But putting that aside, you haven’t truly fallen in love with her, have you?”

Josie had contemplated multiple times whether to reveal her true identity to Dexter. She wanted to see his reaction at that moment, yet she also feared it because she didn’t know who she could trust to that very day.

There was still a red mark on her face. The stubborn look in her eyes as she stared at him. then had Dexter’s brows crease even deeper.

His silence almost plunged Josie’s heart into a chaotic mess. No matter how much he had. tormented her during this time, she knew that hidden within was a sense of possessiveness, and the source of it was love. However, that was no longer certain then.

“Owing someone can generate sympathy and even love.” Josie enunciated, almost in despair.

“You’re overthinking things.” Dexter’s hand that held the umbrella was getting sore, so he switched to his other hand.

“Then, do you say you’ve got no pity for her and only used her?” she shrieked in the rain.

“Josie!” Dexter raised his voice with a frown, his tone icy. “What about you? How do about Morgan, this so-called first love of yours? Has he made you relive your past memories?”

you

feel

an angry little cub, she spun on her heel

and Dexter quickly followed with the umbrella, grabbing her wrist. “Why, did I hit a nerve, and you’re now too lazy to argue?”

in Morgan’s arms with a relaxed expression

heart, and it was simply impossible

expression of utter exasperation. “Dexter, we’re already

his hand

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rain drenched the two of them in no time. Josie pushed against him with both hands in front of her, struggling fiercely.

in the rain, trying to salvage their fragile love

Josie into his arms, kissing her fervently. His breathing grew increasingly heavier. “Josie,

desperately, her palms bright red. But gradually, her body went limp from his kiss,

sensed her softening, but just then, his phone in his pocket

was his personal phone, and no one would call him on it unless

down. “Don’t answer

voice was hoarse as he leaned in for another

seconds before disconnecting, only to persistently ring again.

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