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 to Russell Group. As expected, Preston was

thick with smoke. Josie coughed a few times

He doesn't seem

couldn't comprehend Dexter's constant smoking habit, but now he had gained

rather uncooperative. The

changed. "Is

higher-ups pulling the strings. As long as the

as simple

what Dexter's bitter smile

knew what circumstances would entail, yet he had still rushed to Newcove

pang of sadness

An image of a person suddenly flashed across

was about to run out,

her. "You're Dexter's ex-wife. The investigation team might

specifically instructed him to keep a close eye on

it before, but seeing her so anxious now, he couldn't

accelerator, heading straight

much changed until she pushed open the door. The sound of conversation from within echoed, and a servant took the bag

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