A spoonful of soup was brought to Dexter's lips, but he couldn't dodge it in time, and it promptly spilled onto his shirt.

The atmosphere tensed up for a few seconds, and it wasn't without awkwardness.

A flicker of stiffness crossed Juliette's face, yet she promptly pulled out a tissue to wipe for him. "I'm sorry. My mistake."

In the midst of their intimate interaction, Dexter pursed his lips and gently grasped her wrist, saying, "Don't worry. I'll go clean up."

"I'll go with you, Dexter."

Dexter's voice was deep and stern. "Juliette, I've told you I'll go by myself."

Juliette pursed her lips, much like a child who had made a mistake.

Dexter glanced at Josie, gave her a nod, then rose from the dining table and headed for the washroom.

face full of remorse and frustration. Her mood

Josie watched as Juliette transformed from a self-reliant CEO to a cautious little girl. Her feelings were incredibly

shook her head. "Actually, it was enough to deliver the herbal tonics. Why should I care whether he ate it or not? I

here for a moment. I'll go out and buy him a new

"He

director at Russell Group. Plus, he has mysophobia. Not to mention getting his clothes dirty. He doesn't even let anyone touch his things. If there's an issue in this

be considered a different form of

she watched, wide-eyed, as Juliette

table conveniently lit up, displaying a message from Dexter. It read:

shop's entrance, inexplicably feeling a thrill akin to a secret affair, even though it was clearly not the case.

of its own. Josie silently pushed open the door, and what immediately caught her eye

arms were prominently defined, with the lines of his back extending downward, disappearing

His fair back still bore faint traces of scratches,

your shirt?" she

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