She was ready to leave, but Zachariah stopped her again. âFine, Iâll leave.â
Surprise inundated her. She only turned around after the door closed, albeit still unable to reel in from the shock.
Zachariahâs lounge door was left ajar. A dark silhouette stood there, gazing at her dearly and listlessly as if just woken up from sleep.
Dexter compressed his thin lips tightly. He was radiating a gloomy aura from head to toe, and his gaze was icy cold, and his mere appearance could send chills down anyoneâs spine.
Unexpectedly running into him, Josie felt a pang of uneasiness, and instinctively, she took several steps back. âWhat are you doing here?â
He walked back into the lounge and uttered, âCome in Josie did not want to follow. Alas, she pulled the door handle and found that Zachariah had locked it.
She felt her scalp prickle with unease. Without a choice, she could only do as told.
The moment she stepped near the man, she felt an oppressive pressure enveloping her.
âHave you been here all along?â Josie stood a few inches away from him, her eyes fixed on the unfinished wine on the table.
Before there was a response, she felt herself being swept off the ground. She was picked up on her waist and forcefully pinned on the manâs lap, her eyes lifting to meet his.
Josie dodged on reflex, seemingly feeling somewhat uncomfortable. âYou can do it even in someone elseâs lounge? You arenât picky at all, huh?â
Dexterâs lips remained pursed. His hand, which was grabbing onto her slender waist, gradually slid upward to her lips. He delicately traced it and broke into a cold laugh. âThis mouth of yours is pretty impressive.â
Josie vaguely felt something off with him today, almost as if he was on the verge of flying into a rage.
The man applied even more force, but she tilted her head to dodge him. âWhatâs gotten into you? I havenât even seen you recently.â
She could not quite wrap her head around why Dexter was making a fuss.
The smile on the manâs lips, however, grew even colder. âYou didnât see me, but you did see other men.â
As soon as those words fell, Josie felt a bolt of fury coursing through her entire body, and she grabbed his hand wrist to stop his actions. âWeâre already divorced, I donât need your permission to meet anyone.â
âMorgan loves you very much,â Dexter concluded. Her strength was no match for his. He wrapped his hand around her neck, strangling her while kissing her. Do you want to get back together with him?â
As he spoke, he suddenly parted his lips and bit her, seemingly venting his frustration.
Wincing in pain, Josie tried to push him away. However, he deepened the kiss and sucked the droplets of blood. A metallic taste of fresh blood permeated their mouths.
She was personally trained by him. At this point, she felt her whole body turn weak, and her mind went blank for a few seconds. The atmosphere in the room gradually heated up and grew slightly tensed.
âDexter-â
âDidnât I make it clear? If you want to be with him, Iâll ensure heâll get an extra child.â
Dexterâs voice was deep and magnetic, yet it carried a trace of deadly intent.
Josie felt a chill run through her body. She knew well that he was not joking.
Dexterâs hand continued wandering further down to prove his words.
Josie snapped back to reality and blocked his hand. âNo, not today.â
Having met an obstacle, he retracted his hand. Nonetheless, he had no intention of letting her off.
Staring at her bright red lips, he said, âAnother way, then.â
Josie was rendered speechless. Sending him to death was all she could think of at that moment.
Her body began trembling involuntarily, âI donât want to!â
Dexterâs sexual urge spiked, and he tightened his grip on her neck. âI thought you love putting on a show that I like? Why donât you want to do it now?â
He heard that conversation earlier, huh?
Dexter suddenly loosened his grip. Josie fell onto the soft carpet, looking utterly pathetic.
As he sat on the sofa, his posture was akin to a proud and cold-blooded lion, as if he was observing a mere plaything.
âHave you forgotten what I taught you?â