Chapter 189 1'll Be Right There
The commotion attracted the attention of various passersby. With his hand stuck in the window, the man groaned piteously. “Look at this b*tch! After crashing into my car, she trapped my fingers here!”
Josie took a deep breath. This was the first time she was insulted by a stranger. She wanted to retaliate, but Dexter commanded in her ears, “Let him go now, Josie! And don’t you talk back to him! Do you hear me?”
Dexter’s usual composure was completely lost as he lost check of himself. Everyone around him heard his raised voice and exchanged awkward stares with each other.
Worried about his abrupt behavior, Ivy asked him, “Mr. Russell, is something wrong?”
Dexter replied tartly to Josie, “Send me your location. I will be right there.”
Josie reluctantly rolled down the window to let go of the man. She remained silent while the drama continued outside the car.
Dexter seemed to have gotten into his car. He softened his tone exasperatedly, “Don’t hang up until I’m there.”
Josie lowered her head, revealing her beautifully smooth neck. She grabbed her seat and replied meekly, “Okay.”
Silence then ensued. Only their breathing and some background noises were heard.
Suddenly, he asked, “Are you wet from the rain?”
She replied after a pause. “Yeah.”
“The car has a drying function, and there’s a towel in the backseat. You can dry yourself.”
“… Alright.”
Josie carried out his orders stiffly as though she was a puppet being pulled by his strings. The final strand of logical thinking told her this was unusual behavior from him as she busied
herself.
She placed the phone aside before drying her damp hair.
The tension between them over the past two days was resolved with this incident. Though they still acted indifferently toward each other, their voices were layered with warmth.
Unbeknownst to them, this warmth seemed to have sprouted a seedling between the
After a while, Josie plucked up her courage. “Actually, you don’t have to come. Just ask Ivy-”
“Josie,” he interrupted warningly.
She stopped speaking and pouted. Suddenly, she said, “Be careful while driving.”
Dexter couldn’t help teasing. “Don’t worry. I’m not as stupid as you.”
The traffic police arrived before Dexter could make it.
He evacuated the crowd and pulled the man aside before knocking on Josie’s window. “Miss?”
“The policeman is here,” she reported to Dexter.
“With the police around, I suppose that guy can’t do anything to you. Talk to the police first; I’ll be arriving shortly.”
Josie sniffed and unlocked the car, holding the phone as she got out.
While the policeman assessed the situation, Dexter’s voice came on the other end, “I’m here.”
A ray of light seemed to have announced his arrival. Sure enough, another car was parked behind her when she turned around to look. He opened the door and walked out with an umbrella and a black coat. Then, with an imposing aura, he steadily and firmly made his way to them amidst the rain.
Seeing his tall figure cutting through the crowd, a sense of ease settled on Josie’s heart. She felt safe, as though an armor had been wrapped around her.
A journalist once wrote about Dexter: ‘He is so reliable that you would want to dive into his arms as soon as you see him, and he will definitely take good care of you.
Their eyes finally met one another, and their gazes lingered on each other. It seemed as though they were communicating through their eyes that the rest of their lives would be intertwined with each other.
Dexter was briefly distracted by her before he placed his palm behind her head to calm her down.
