Chapter 1127: Chapter 1133

Justin was halfway through munching on his cucumber when he suddenly saw Josie stride straight into Dexter’s room. The door was promptly shut behind her with a resounding slam.

He tiptoed forward briskly, pressing his ear against the door to listen. Just as he leaned in, Moses grabbed his arm and pulled him away. “Don’t be so nosy.”

“You!”

Inside the room, Josie had isolated themselves from everyone else. She stared at Dexter. “I’ll say it again, this is my daughter. No matter what reason you give, I won’t agree.”

In the huge bedroom, only a few wall lamps were lit. Dexter remained calm and composed. “I’ve never competed with you for anything. Today, she just wanted to sleep with me, why must you object?”

In truth, Josie could empathize with Grape’s request. Seeing the latter cry, her heart was on the verge of breaking too. However, under the current circumstances, she couldn’t let Grape feel that Dexter would always back her up.

“If I agree to this now, would you also be able to give her Russell Group and the Russell family assets in the future?”

It’s merely a hundred days. What would I do if Grace grows dependent on him and he leaves again? I’m doing this for Grape’s own good.

Dexter responded swiftly, “She is my daughter. Why wouldn’t I give them to her?”

His blunt reply left Josie speechless. She raised an eyebrow, seemingly taken aback.

Grape couldn’t understand the adults’ conversation. At that moment, she slid down from Dexter, carefully took Josie’s hand, and whispered, “Mommy, don’t be angry. I won’t sleep with Daddy anymore…”

Yet, the teardrops hanging from her long eyelashes accentuated her pitiful look.

Josie was filled with complex emotions. She crouched down, intending to explain the situation to Grape but was interrupted by Dexter. “You stay here,” he said. “I’ll sleep on the couch. Don’t make it hard for her.”

The words Josie wanted to say were once again stuck in her throat. She exchanged a glance with Dexter, then looked at Grape. In the end, she just furrowed her brows and sighed. “Fine.”

Dexter pulled out a blanket from the wardrobe, casually arranging it on the couch. He gently reassured Grape, “I’ll be right here. I’m not going anywhere. Once you wake up, you’ll be able to see me, okay?”

Grape was finally satisfied. “Okay”

With her mood improving, she took Josie’s hand and then Dexter’s hand, bringing them together. “Daddy, Mommy, please stop arguing. I don’t like it,” she pleaded.

Josie was filled with remorse, but every time she saw Dexter, she felt insecure. “I’m sorry. I was wrong.”

“Can you two make up then?”

The two exchanged a glance.

Dexter had never been one to be obstinate, leaving Josie with no choice but to compromise. “Alright.”

“Then you two should hold hands and make a pinky promise. No more fighting from now on!” This was something Grape had learned from other children.

She forcefully placed their hands together. Dexter was the first to hook his pinky finger, looking at Josie as he slowly said, “Pinky promise.”

Josie was reluctant. Nevertheless, after a momentary struggle, she linked her finger with his. “Pinky promise.”

Grape cheered in an adorable voice, “You make a pinky promise, you keep it for one hundred years! You break a pinky promise, you’ll become a pig!”

The two of them lightly swung their linked hands in the air, and in the end, were even compelled to press their palms against each other.

For a hundred years. Josie smiled, but it was hard to tell if it was out of amusement or sarcasm. It’s indeed laughable. Where on earth did the idea of a hundred years come from?

Dexter gazed at her, seemingly discerning her thoughts, his eyes slightly lowered.

That night, Josie slept on Dexter’s bed, with Grape beside her. Dexter curled his towering figure up on the sofa, looking somewhat comical.

Except for the child, no one else managed to sleep. The moonlight spilled over Dexter’s body. His eyes were closed, and then suddenly, he spoke.

“When did you realize you were pregnant?”