Chapter 657 Is Dexter a Lovesick Fool?
They were consumed by passion after not seeing each other for a few days. It took three hours for Josie to finally recover from the intense experience.
After her shower, she wrapped herself in a long, white silk bathrobe that hugged her curves and caressed her skin. The bathrobe accentuated her hourglass figure and created a relaxing air around her.
Her phone buzzed with several unread messages from Laura. One of them said, âIâm in Rivodia. Zach hasnât found me. Donât worry.â
Lauraâs text was unusually polite; it didnât seem like her at all.
Had her work at the studio expanded to Rivodia? Josie hadnât heard anything about it.
Despite her suspicions, Josie was relieved to know that Laura was alright.
Josieâs frustration boiled over when she saw that Morgan hadnât replied to her text. She wouldnât have sent the message if she knew he wouldnât respond.
She tried to delete the message, not wanting Morgan to know she had contacted him.
Dexter was still half asleep when he hugged her from behind. âWhat are you looking at?â he asked groggily.
Josie put her phone away. âNothing,â she answered, trying to brush off her frustration. âI just got a message from Laura.â
She lowered her gaze, then lifted Dexterâs chiseled jaw to meet her eyes. âGod is really unfair,â she noted in her delicate voice. âHe gave you the best of everything. Even your face was carved to break many young ladiesâ hearts.â
Dexter narrowed his eyes and smirked. âWhatâs the use of having this face?â he asked. âDo you want it?â
âOf course, if I had a face that could charm the nation, I would have been able to satisfy my vanity.â
âIn our next life, you can have a perfectly carved face, and Iâll take the ordinary look for a change.â
âIf thatâs the case, then I donât think Iâll fall for you,â Josie chuckled mischievously.
âHow dare you say that?â The man pulled her down to the bed, his voice booming theatrically.
He tickled her sensitive areas, and Josie burst out laughing. It took a long time for her to regain her composure again.
âHowâs everything going in Rivodia?â After calming down, she snuggled into Dexterâs embrace, sharing a precious moment.
âItâs going well,â Dexter responded. His expression suddenly changed, and an inscrutable mask adorned his face. âIf Morgan came to find you, would you meet up with him?â
Josie was taken aback by the unexpected question. She couldnât bring herself to tell him that she had already met up with Morgan twice. âWhy did you ask that?â she stuttered.
Dexterâs eyes narrowed as he studied her strange expression. He sensed something was going on between them, but he knew it wasnât serious.
âNothing. I was curious if you felt any sympathy for him.â
His tone was smooth and collected, leaving Josie confused about what he was trying to get at. She wasnât sure how to respond, but then she remembered that the Bastille family was in Rivodia.
âIf the public learns that Mr. Russell is targeting his wifeâs ex for reasons of jealousy, they must think youâre a lovesick fool,â she commented timidly.
âAm I not?â Dexter chuckled, attempting to tease his wife.
Josie narrowed her eyes and glared at him, her lips curling into a surly sneer. âWho would believe that youâre a lovesick fool? All you do is seek revenge for personal reasons. Donât lovesick fools cater to their wifeâs desires?â
Dexter was amused by her comment and couldnât help but smirk. âWasnât good at catering to your desires just now?â he said as he snuggled his face in her neck.
Dexterâs smile was plastered on his face, but it faltered when he was reminded of a white figure.
The next day, Dexter met Paul on the way to the Russell Group. âJo and I would feel more at case if you stayed in the Mason Garden,â he said in a solemn voice.
Paul had slowly warmed up to Dexter, and his attitude towards him changed as he let go of his prejudice against him. âThatâs very kind of you.â
âAlthough Iâm not sure why this decision was made so abruptly, I trust you have your reasons. I wonât pry into it. However, I left many things in my old place, and I need to return home to retrieve them.â