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.

know how to tattoo?”

it a few years

on her. “I want a nice tattoo,” she started mumbling, her voice increasingly agitated. “Do you even know how to

anxious

seeped out as soon as the needle touched her skin, leaving a satisfactory visual contrast between the deep red blood and

he swallowed hard. He wanted to torment and make

heard that a tattoo had to be something meaningful so that you can remember it for

“Dexter, do

finally looked at her. Her face was all scrunched up from

over his thoughts briefly, he said, “I didn’t marry

at him, unsure of how she should

already been twenty years since I last saw Leanne. No matter how

doubts like a

to work

you, I feel

me?” his eyes met hers

heart was hammering in her chest as she stared at the face

he was hard at work. The angles on his face were sharp and chiseled as if they had been carved from stone. His dark, profound eyes gazed straight into hers

pain from the piercing of the needle, he tried to be as gentle as he

she could see the peach fuzz

moment, she

I believe

and determination. It