âTruthfully, Dexter, I donât mind you protecting her because of her identity. I can understand that youâre bound to Liana by life and death. But putting that aside, you havenât truly fallen in love with her, have you?â
Josie had contemplated multiple times whether to reveal her true identity to Dexter. She wanted to see his reaction at that moment, yet she also feared it because she didnât know who she could trust to that very day.
There was still a red mark on her face. The stubborn look in her eyes as she stared at him. then had Dexterâs brows crease even deeper.
His silence almost plunged Josieâs heart into a chaotic mess. No matter how much he had. tormented her during this time, she knew that hidden within was a sense of possessiveness, and the source of it was love. However, that was no longer certain then.
âOwing someone can generate sympathy and even love.â Josie enunciated, almost in despair.
âYouâre overthinking things.â Dexterâs hand that held the umbrella was getting sore, so he switched to his other hand.
âThen, do you say youâve got no pity for her and only used her?â she shrieked in the rain.
âJosie!â Dexter raised his voice with a frown, his tone icy. âWhat about you? How do about Morgan, this so-called first love of yours? Has he made you relive your past memories?â
Upon hearing that, Josie immediately pushed him away. Like an angry little cub, she spun on her heel and stalked away.
She walked into the rain, and Dexter quickly followed with the umbrella, grabbing her wrist. âWhy, did I hit a nerve, and youâre now too lazy to argue?â
On the day of Lianaâs birthday, he saw her nestled in Morganâs arms with a relaxed expression in the hall. It was clear that she was dependent on him.
A thorn lodged deep in his heart, and it was simply impossible to remove.
Josieâs entire face was lifted, and she wore an expression of utter exasperation. âDexter, weâre already divorced. Donât be hypocritical.â
âI think youâre the one being hypocritical,â Dexter increased the force of his grip. Suddenly, he waved his hand and tossed the bothersome umbrella away. Bending down, he kissed her, their lips meeting amidst the icy rain.
The heavy rain drenched the two of them in no time. Josie pushed against him with both hands in front of her, struggling fiercely. She sobbed, âDexter!â
In the secluded alley, they were both trapped in the rain, trying to salvage their fragile love with desire.
It was too cold, and Dexter pulled Josie into his arms, kissing her fervently. His breathing grew increasingly heavier. âJosie, Iâve told you that you are mine,â
She pounded the manâs solid chest desperately, her palms bright red. But gradually, her body went limp from his kiss, and the relentless rain made her yearn to draw closer to his warmth.
Dexter sensed her softening, but just then, his phone in his pocket suddenly rang.
It was his personal phone, and no one would call him on it unless it was urgent.
Josie pinned his hand down. âDonât answer it.â
The two of them moved slightly apart. Dexterâs voice was hoarse as he leaned in for another kiss.
âOkay.â
The phone rang for forty-five seconds before disconnecting, only to persistently ring again.
After that happened three times, Dexterâs brows furrowed. In the end, he reached in and took his phone out. It was a call from Larry.
He pulled Josie into his arms and answered the call. âWhat is it?â
Larry was frantic. âMs. Olsen attempted suicide, Mr. Russell!â
Strangely enough, the early autumn rain was also accompanied by lightning. It illuminated. Josieâs pale face.
Dexterâs expression stiffed slightly. âWhen did this happen?â
âJust an hour ago. Sheâs in the emergency room now, and Claudia has arrived.â
His large hand rested on Josieâs waist.
Larry asked, âArenât you coming over, Mr. Russell?â
âNo,â Josie said loudly.
After saying that, she hung up the phone for him.