Just then, images suddenly surfaced in Dexterâs mind. They were those photographs.
Josie had instinctively leaned in for a kiss. She tilted her head up, but he dodged her touch. In his attempt to avoid her, he lost control of his strength, and his hand harshly struck her face.
It was like a slap in the face.
Josie immediately became clear-headed.
Dexter gently removed her fingers one by one from his body, never once embracing her.
She gazed at the manâs blurred silhouette, which resembled a beast lying in wait in the darkness.
Suddenly, he leaned over, his broad hand clasping her slender neck. His grip tightened. gradually. That was a sudden burst of rage. âJosie, how scummy can you get?â
When Dexter stood up, his face was stern. The thin blanket slipped off him, revealing his firm abs and Apolloâs belt.
Josie could never understand why this man seemed harmless when her eyes were closed, but the moment she opened them, he would become a dangerous wolf lurking in the shadows.
âIâll sleep in the guest room.â This was the first thing Josie said when she came to her senses.
Dexter found a pack of cigarettes at the head of the bed, pulled one out, and lit it. Through the smoke, he watched the woman squatting by the sofa.
He let out a soft, cold chuckle, flicking the ash from his cigarette. The ash fell, reminiscent of dusty memories from the past.
âLetâs get the divorce settled as soon as possible. Things will be much better for Russell Group after that. I donât want to drag you down.â Josie spoke softly, perhaps with a hint of fear.
Dexter indeed had a temper, and his voice was full of intimidation and a strong sense of hostility when he said, âEven if you will end up with nothing?â
Josieâs clothes were slightly rolled up, revealing a hint of her bodyâs curves. On her abdomen. was the tattoo he had inked himself. He had once thought of keeping her by his side forever.
Josieâs shoulders slightly shrank, and her eyelashes lowered. âEven if I will end nothing at all.â
Dexter extinguished his cigarette, gently helped her up from the ground, and tenderly invited her to sit on his lap. He kissed her tattoo, and his warm breath, tinged with the scent of tobacco, lightly brushed against her neck. Josie stiffened, almost under the illusion that Dexter would suddenly bite down like a wolf and sever her artery, letting the blood flow freely, and he would relish it.
Dexter held her trembling body close, his well-defined fingers smoothly unbuttoning her blouse. His movements were slow yet incredibly graceful.
âWe can get a divorce, but you must leave Wavery.â
She opened her eyes, her body overwhelmed with pleasure. Suddenly, a sharp pain struck her neck-he had truly bitten down.
âI still need to find Paul.â
Ignoring the pain, Josie pushed him.
Blood stained the corner of Dexterâs mouth, hers. His eyes were filled with intense emotions. âThen you can forget about leaving this marriage.â
âYouâ¦â
Josie couldnât understand this person. They were already in agreement, but now he suddenly didnât want to do it.
âDexter! Iâm doing this for your own good!â
When she called his name, there was a sense of urgency and helplessness, tinged with a hint of anger.
He paused slightly, then responded with a cold, sarcastic remark, âIf you really cared about me, we wouldnât be in this situation today.â
She was speechless once again.
âIâm going to take a shower.â
Dexter entered the bathroom, leaving Josie alone in the room. She struggled to her feet and walked over to the mirror. The pain in her neck was impossible to ignore.
She waited for a while, then suddenly remembered that Paul had left something at Mason Garden, which she hadnât had the chance to collect.
With these thoughts in mind, Josie hobbled up the stairs and pushed the door open to enter.
The scent of dust filled the air as she switched on the light. There it was, the box, untouched and resting by Paulâs bedside.
She breathed a sigh of relief and stepped forward to pick it up. This was her only thing to remember him by now.