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.

the broad and steady figure of the man depart, her face full of remorse and frustration. Her mood was at an

from a self-reliant CEO to a cautious little girl. Her

head. "Actually, it was enough to deliver the herbal tonics. Why should I care whether he ate

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

Josie was taken aback. "He

a director at Russell Group. Plus, he has mysophobia. Not to mention getting his clothes dirty. He doesn't even let anyone touch

be considered a different form of

could stop her, she watched, wide-eyed, as Juliette swiftly walked

lit up, displaying a message

washroom, then in the direction of the shop's entrance, inexplicably feeling a thrill akin to a

Josie silently pushed open the door, and what immediately caught

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

back still bore faint traces of scratches, hinting at the intensity of the encounter that

your shirt?"

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