Chapter 184 She Was Not at Fault
Josie glanced at him and shrugged, saying casually. “Nah, just not feeling very hungry.”
To Henry’s surprise, Dexter remained unfazed, making no further attempts to coax her. However, Henry discreetly kicked Dexter beneath the table to nudge him into action.
In response, Dexter stood up, his expression a mix of helplessness and impatience. He reached down and grabbed Josie’s drooping hand, pulling her up. “If you’re not in the mood to eat, don’t force yourself.”
Dexter firmly grasped her arm and led her away.
Feeling a chill in her hand, Josie turned back to look at Henry, “But Grandpa…”
Henry responded with an affectionate smile, giving his permission, “It’s alright. Just go with Dex.”
Julie stood nearby, witnessing the scene with conflicting emotions. She interjected, “But it’s a rare.opportunity for you to be here…”
“Julie,” Henry interrupted, gesturing for her to join them. “Come on, don’t just stand there. Sit down and eat with us.”
Julie was pleasantly surprised by the gesture and quickly shook her head, “No, it wouldn’t be appropriate.”
Henry didn’t press the matter further but instead grinned and looked at her, “I’m glad you know what’s appropriate and what’s not.”
Julie wasn’t oblivious and immediately grasped the implication, “I’m sorry. Please forgive me for overstepping my boundaries.”
It was a warning from Henry.
As a servant, she should stay within her role, do her duties, and not interfere where she has no right to.
In the master bedroom of Mason Garden, the housekeeper quickly brought two tubes of burn ointment. “Mrs. Russell.”
As a servant, Marilyn understood the boundaries of her role and shouldn’t be nosy when it wasn’t her place to do so. Standing outside the master bedroom at Mason Garden, the housekeeper held two tubes of burn ointment and knocked on the door, “Mrs. Russell.”
stood on
condition. Josie overheard snippets of the conversation, hinting at an update on Jesse.
Just before he ended the call, he purposely closed the door behind him as he walked away. leaving her isolated.
Shaking off her thoughts, Josie focused on the task at hand, applying the ointment to her scalded wound.
Upon returning from the call, Dexter saw Josie nonchalantly closing the ointment tube and placing it on the table. Taking the initiative, he inquired, “How’s Jesse?”
Leaning against the door frame, he tilted his head to study her. His tone was gentler, “Oh, done with your little tantrum, huh? You refused to apologize for your mistake, and now you dare to ask.”
Fearlessly meeting his gaze, Josie asserted, “It wasn’t my
fault.”
Dexter raised an eyebrow at her but ultimately said nothing.
Josie had the urge to clarify that it was Jesse who collided with her and that there might be surveillance footage in the commercial district to prove it. However, the words halted at the tip of her tongue. She didn’t want to give the impression of what he accused her of-being jealous and disguising her intentions with a loud voice.
Josie didn’t want things to escalate in that manner.
She stood up, intending to leave, “Tonight, I’ll go back to my original room to sleep.”
But midway through her sentence, she paused and added, “You can ask Jess with me visiting her at the hospital. I don’t mind going to see her. After all responsibility for her injury too.”
As she spoke with an air of arrogance, turning a simple request into an act of ch clear that when her pride ignited, no one could rein her in.
he’s okay
Dexter didn’t try to stop her or say anything. He simply turned and entered the bathroo
While Josie waited, she sat in the living room with her laptop, attempting to work on her drawings. However, she couldn’t focus and stared at the screen for an extended period. A sour and bitter sensation crept up her nose, and she wept uncontrollably.
When bedtime arrived, Josie struggled to rise to her feet, using the wall to support to alleviate her legs’ numbness. She made her way toward her original room but unexpectedly came across Henry on her way out. “Are you okay, Jo?”
To hide her emotions, Josie quickly averted her gaze. She said, “I-I just needed to get something in the room.”
With his astutenen, Henry saw through her immediately. He encouraged her to return to Dester, “Tell me what you need, and I’ll get it for you. You should go back and take a theme lex getting late.”
“But Dex is currently using the shower”
Hasn’t he finished and come out already?”
Henry glanced past Josie, who turned around in astonishment and noticed Dexter standing nearby, dressed in silk pajamas, seemingly retrieving something from the room
