Chapter 254 Her Tearful Eyes

Josie couldn’t believe his audacity…

She never expected Dexter to be so audacious and shameless. With no choice, she reluctantly allowed him to have his way. And that was her second blunder. By the time they finally untangled, dusk was upon them.

Exhausted, Josie let him assist in cleaning up and getting dressed. Finally, she nestled into his arms, feeling drowsy and no longer concerned about her hunger, “I want some water.”

Then, a glass of cool water was brought to her lips in no time, quenching her dry throat and providing much-needed relief.

She heard the spirited man ask in a low voice, “Are you still hungry?”

In her groggy state, Josie weakly declined, “No, let me rest for a while, okay?”

“Alright, we’ll head home after you’ve had some rest.” Dexter chuckled, satisfied with her response. In a better mood, he carried her back to bed. Both of them were weary from the day’s events, so they simply tidied up and drifted off to sleep together.

Josie, feeling a bit warm, kicked off the blanket. Dexter frowned. After a while, she began to feel cold and instinctively snuggled closer to the source

into

series of actions, his furrowed brows finally relaxed. He tenderly studied her rosy cheeks and long lashes in the soft glow of the bedside lamp. The more he looked, the stronger the fluttering in his heart became. He glanced at the rings adorning their fingers and felt a subtle buzz in

sense of

night, Dexter had a dream that was a reality he had lived before. He and Josie had crossed paths in the past. In the year he

employees insisted on throwing a celebration for him. However,

gazing at the stars. It was the

himself rational with clear goals, but now he felt lost… Dexter’s grandfather had always steered him towards his future path

filled him with a growing weariness. It was a night unlike any other when

stood at a telephone booth, making a call. She was in tears, trying to speak loudly to overpower her sobs. Every word she uttered resonated in his

the family’s financial struggles. Her predicament mirrored the mundane challenges of everyday life, similar to the struggles that weighed on every individual, seemingly insurmountable

depth of her sorrow. She made a valiant effort to compose herself,

even if it was just a few comforting words. The sight of her anguish stirred a profound concern within

her anguish made him realize the insignificance of

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