Chapter 562 We Would Still Have Kids

Dexter reached out to grab it, but she skillfully dodged, smirking at him. His elongated frame seemed out of place.

That shirt he wore was worth a fortune.

Dexter’s face looked pallid from his illness, yet he still exuded a captivating aura.

“You are ill. You can’t drink or cat skewers. You can only watch me eat,” Josie said curtly.

“I am not going to eat. Dexter replied, unfazed by her reluctance.

“I’ve made soup.”

“No time for that. You’re leaving in a bit.

Josie pondered and agreed with his statement.

the soda can, sip by sip. She scowled at the bitter taste, but it left a lingering sweetness as an aftertaste. Despite the alluring aroma and

woman fearlessly devoured the

was a sight he rarely witnessed from

and embraced the role of a composed and poised Mrs.

on Josie, enraptured by her reveling in

bitter pang surged through him. He fumbled in search of a cigarette, only to

“Was what you said true? Will you allow me to assist you in

flushed, and replied, “Why don’t you ask me

to Rivodia. My team searched for extensively but couldn’t find you.

that

you there

could only imagine his immense frustration after an exhaustive yet

was in

sudden realization struck Dexter. He could never have

vegetarianism and

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