The Epic Blind Date with My Boss (Josie and Dexter)

Chapter 447 Thorns

Josie felt her heart swell at his words, but she couldn’t help but find fault with him. “Are you saying that I look ugly with this scar?”

Dexter froze, his eyes narrowing as he looked at her. “If you don’t want to suffer more pain, stop saying nonsense,” he warned, his voice cold and threatening.

Josie had no intention of stopping there. “Liana never had a scar before, right? Why are you going to such an extent for me?” she asked, her eyes challenging him.

Dexter kept silent, his jaw clenched. He was not going to give her the satisfaction of answering her question. Josie felt bored talking to herself.

She could feel the needle pricking her skin and bit her lip to keep herself from crying out in pain. She looked down at the bedsheets and noticed her hands were clenching the fabric tightly.

“Let go,” Dexter said, his voice sharp.

Her fingers were red, almost bruising from holding on too tightly.

“It hurts!” Josie cried out, her voice filled with pain.

Dexter threw a sponge at her. “Hold this,” he demanded.

She did not expect Dexter to show consideration for her situation, and she was surprised by his sudden act of kindness.

do you know how

a few

“I want a nice tattoo,” she started mumbling, her voice increasingly agitated.

her anxious

skin was as pale as porcelain. The blood seeped out as soon as the needle touched her skin, leaving a satisfactory

he swallowed hard. He wanted to torment and make

had to be something meaningful so that you can remember it

she continued. “Dexter, do you want me to

was all scrunched up from enduring

thoughts briefly, he said, “I didn’t

at him, unsure of how

get the two of you mixed up at the start. It had already been twenty years since I last saw Leanne. No matter how close we were when we were young,

doubts like a warm wave, banishing them from

continued to work

indebted to her, but to you, I feel every other emotion there

his eyes met hers warmly as he

she stared at the face inches

when he was hard at work. The angles on his face were sharp and chiseled as if they had been carved from stone.

he was afraid she would whimper in pain from the piercing of the needle, he tried to be

so close she could see the peach fuzz on his

moment, she got

I believe you?”

was concise, with an air of resoluteness and determination. It was simple but deeply