That Day When I Got Married to My Boss at the Blind Date

Chapter 793 Deceiving Her 

It was as if they were a close-knit couple just yesterday but were now strangers.

Josie noticed that the back seat of the car was piled with a lot more work files than usual, some of which were scattered on the floor.

She hesitated for a moment, then bent down to pick everything up, organizing it bit by bit. “You’ve been busy lately, haven’t you? I’m sorry, it’s my fault.”

The man’s large hands, clasped in front of him, paused slightly. His cool eyes narrowed a bit. “Don’t think so highly of yourself. This has nothing to do with you.”

Josie said nothing in response and endured it in silence. “The business you entrusted to me, I will transfer it back to you soon.”

“What I give, I never take back,” Dexter said, his eyes and brows illuminated by the light from the window, devoid of any warmth.

Josie was taken aback.

The car quickly reached Mason Garden. Having not been there for a few days, she thought. that it seemed as though the place had lost much of its liveliness. Despite it being summer, it felt incredibly cold there.

“Where’s Mrs. Carroll?” Josie glanced around, not seeing any servants.

“After you left, everyone was dismissed.”

Dexter took off his suit jacket and casually tossed it onto the sofa. He then promptly sat down, stretching out his long legs leisurely. His entire demeanor exuded extreme fatigue.

Josie furrowed her brows, feeling worried about the unchecked emotions the man was expressing without any guard.

“Come here.” He looked at her and suddenly spoke.

Josie remained still, hesitating for a moment. Seeing the warning look in his eyes, she approached him in the end. She squatted on the ground, her hands falling on his knees, a gesture of lowering her stance.

“Have you been drinking?”

Dexter didn’t respond. He reached out and pinched her chin, the previous sense of fleshiness gone.

She had lost weight, yet she looked even more beautiful. Even with her head lowered, she was still stunning when she looked up, different from the alluring women outside.

She seemed uniquely resilient.

Dexter could hardly bear to let go of her. He reached out, brushing aside the stray hairs on her forehead. His voice was deep and magnetic as he asked, “Why have you lost weight?”

“I was busy and was tired.” Her voice was low as she forced a smile. “But it’s good that I’ve lost weight.”

Dexter raised an eyebrow, looking into her eyes with amusement.

With the current position she was in making her feel tired, Josie slowly asked, “Where’s the divorce papers?”

In an instant, the affection in Dexter’s eyes shattered. His grip intensified as he asked, “So, you really want a divorce?”NôvelDrama.Org content.

Josie was forced to tilt her head back, a pained sound escaping her lips. “It was you who said…”

“That was a lie to deceive you. There are no divorce papers.” Dexter’s expression seemed to be a mix of pain and longing.

She was speechless.

Just then, the lights in the hall flickered a few times, and suddenly, with a pop, they went out. Instantly, everything before their eyes turned pitch black.

Without thinking, Dexter wrapped his arm around her neck, pressing her against himself. His icy lips unexpectedly met hers in a kiss.

Josie froze and soon heard him ask between kisses, “Were you humiliated by Zachariah today?”

She tried to pull away but was held even tighter. “He’s your friend. It’s normal for him to stand up for you. I’m not angry.”

He held her forcefully, his kiss deepening.

With their lips entwined, he finally got his wish to touch her delicate skin. “Josie.”

In that tone, there was a clear sense of helpless resentment.

All that remained in view was the moonlight spilling over the sofa like a dusting of powdered sugar

With her falling over, he took advantage of the situation and got on top of her. The woman’s body went limp. “I can’t…”

Dexter’s every breath was filled with sensuality, his mind consumed by a single thought.

“Why not?”

In countless days and nights past, they had shared intimate moments together in bed. She would cling to him, calling him “Hubby” over and over again.