Chapter 551 Do You Really Like Arnold?
Josie was increasingly frustrated with Dexter. She felt bad that he had been injured because of her, but she didn’t want to be entangled with him anymore.
However, there was no one else to take care of him. Andy had too much on his plate, so Josie was the only one who could do that. The doctor had given her instructions on what to do, and she just needed to follow them.
Dexter had a quick temper, but Josie knew he was more patient now. Occasionally, she could feel that he looked at her with a hint of concern and hesitation.
He didn’t want her to exhaust herself from taking care of him.
Josie wasn’t naive. She knew that Dexter was trying to make amends with her. She also suspected it was because he felt remorseful about what had happened.
She sneered at him, “You booked this room for half a year? Are you not going to care about the Russell Group anymore?”
Dexter tapped on the computer before him. “I do care, but I also have to care for you.”
Josie’s lips curled into a playful smirk. “I’ll still leave after you get better.”
“I’ve changed the passcode.”
“I’ll jump out from here then.”
Dexter’s face scrunched up in a deep scowl. “You wouldn’t dare,” he responded, his voice laced with concern. He knew that Josie was capable of doing it if she was feeling desperate. His reckless demeanor must have rubbed on her. Understanding that she could take unnecessary risk, he spoke in a hushed tone, “Just don’t do it.”
Josie was startled by the sudden change of attitude. She had only meant it as a joke, but Dexter’s voice was full of concern.
She brought a new dressing for his wound, hoping to change the subject. “It’s time to change your dressing,” she muttered.
Dexter had a lean but muscular body. Every line on his body was like it had been chiseled by a master sculptor. Even in Josie’s eyes, he was the most beautiful man she had ever seen.
Her cheeks turned scarlet as he lay face down on the sheets.
The wounds were not ghastly, but it was excruciatingly painful. Josie’s fingers danced across his spine, applying the ointment with gentle pressure. The cool ointment left a trail of relief on his heated skin.
Dexter winced in pain, his face contorting in agony.
His voice was deep and raspy, making Josie’s cheeks flush.
The room was suddenly filled with heavy tension, the air thick with unspoken words.
Her body could never forget how he had touched her, the memory of his touch lingering on her skin.
“Don’t feel too guilty about it,” Dexter commented suddenly. “This is nothing compared to the pain you’ve
endured because of me.”
Josie’s eyes went wide with surprise. She didn’t know how to react.
She felt a sense of relief after dressing his wound, but her relief was short-lived when he suddenly pulled her by the wrist, and she fell onto the bed.
Dexter had a sly expression on his face. Josie’s eyes widened in alarm, and she tried to get off the bed, but his hands locked her wrist tightly.
Josie pushed him forcefully, trying to break away from his grasp. He leaned back, the lines on his forehead creasing in pain as he grazed his wound on the bed.
She retreated from him, her frustration clear in her voice. “Dexter, what are you trying to do?” she asked, the pitch of her voice raising with every word.
Dexter took a deep breath and pulled Josie from behind into his embrace. “Don’t move if you don’t want anything to happen to Arnold,” he ordered coarsely.
Josie’s muscles tensed up in his arms as she bit down on her lip. “You’re unbelievable!” she exclaimed.
Dexter paused for a moment before he let out a snicker. “I don’t care what you think of me.”
He observed her expressions under the light. “Do you really like Arnold?” he inquired in a gravelly voice. A fiery passion burned in his gaze as he trailed his eyes over her body..
Dexter leaned in and kissed Josie without giving her a chance to respond.
The cold air was immediately replaced by a warm and inviting sensation.
Josie could not believe that Dexter managed to rein in his emotions and kept his distance. He must have been afraid of angering her, so he never approached her during the past couple of days. This led her to let her guard down around him.
In the end, he was still the same cunning person.
She struggled in his embrace and bit his lip so hard that she drew blood.
Dexter finally pulled away, wincing in pain. His lips were bleeding, but there was something strangely attractive about the sight.
Josie’s breath quickened into short gasps. Their eyes met with a blazing tension. They were like two predators locked in a staredown.
