Luckily, that window was still open.

Perhaps it was getting colder outside. Josie couldn't help but rub her hands together for warmth, her eyes sparkling.

Dexter looked at her through the mist, his brows furrowed in concern.

He didn't think she would come back.

Seeing the change in his expression, Josie quickly bent over and wrote on the glass: What's wrong? Did something happen?

Dexter couldn't speak. He turned around, fetched a pack of cigarettes, unwrapped the box, and lit one up.

He simply looked at her in silence, not making any move even after finishing his cigarette, and finally, he closed the window.

Josie's heart sank.

However, she quickly realized something was amiss. She hurried forward, stepping over the small pebbles, and picked up the wrapper he had torn off just moments ago. It still carried a faint scent of smoke.

There were two words written on it: Go back.

Her hand trembled. She barely managed to maintain her grip.

Did something really happen?

off

his office, the air was thick with smoke. Josie coughed a few times before she

He doesn't seem

comprehend Dexter's constant smoking habit, but now he had gained

rather uncooperative. The investigation team couldn't find

"Is this even

a matter of law. It's the higher-ups pulling the strings. As long as the top brass doesn't give the word, it's going to be hard for

as simple

bitter smile had meant

yet he had still rushed to Newcove at the last minute

a pang of sadness welling up

image of a person suddenly flashed across her

about to run

stopped her. "You're Dexter's ex-wife. The investigation team might trace back to you,

left, he had specifically instructed him to keep a close eye on

to it before, but seeing her so anxious

accelerator, heading straight back

she pushed open the door. The sound of conversation from within echoed,

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