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 to tattoo?” she

learned it a

manifest as she couldn’t see what he was tattooing on her. “I want a nice tattoo,” she started mumbling, her voice increasingly agitated. “Do you even know how to draw? Are you good at drawing? Are you sure you can

anxious questioning, his

as the needle touched her skin, leaving a satisfactory visual

apple bobbed up and down as he swallowed hard. He wanted to

to be something meaningful so that you can remember it for

“Dexter, do you want me to

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

mulling over his thoughts briefly, he said, “I

at him, unsure of how she should

start. It had already been twenty years since I last saw Leanne. No matter how close we were

over her doubts like a warm

continued to work

to you, I feel every other emotion there

believe me?” his eyes met hers

chest as she stared at the face inches

unwavering when 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

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

was so close she could see the peach

at that moment, she got

believe

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