Chapter 182 Stirring up Publicity
Dexter pushed her into the car and swiftly settled into the driver’s seat, locking all the doors. to prevent any escape attempts from Josie.
Josie seethed with anger and gave him the cold shoulder, refusing to acknowledge his
presence.
Temporarily, Dexter didn’t rush to start the car. He rummaged through the glove
compartment and found a collection of spare medicines. He selected an ointment tube and demanded, “Give me your hand!”
Josie hesitated momentarily, observing his flustered demeanor, and reluctantly extended her hand. His anger escalated as he shouted, “The other hand!”
It seemed he had noticed all along…
Josie also suffered a scalding from the coffee spill, with a significant red mark on her hand. Yet, everyone seemed solely focused on Jesse’s well-being, neglecting her pain.
It was hard for Josie to comprehend that Dexter had been aware of her scalding.
Witnessing Josie’s surrender, the man appeared to soften as he gently took hold of her other hand, carefully applying the cooling ointment to her burn. Emotions stirred within him, leaving him at a loss for words.
Navigating cautiously through the challenging weather, the man drove at a slow pace, ensuring their safety on the road.
Stuck in her seat with no escape, Josie leaned back, her mind wandering to memories of her younger days. She reminisced about a time when her father had dabbled in the world of non-religious spirituality, taking her to see a tarot card reader during her high school years.
During the reading, the tarot card reader confidently declared, “The cards reveal that you’ll come across a benefactor who will bring abundance and smoothness to your life,” the tarot card reader confidently announced, leaving Josie’s father delighted by the positive revelation and generous tip as a token of gratitude for the optimistic prediction.
Josie couldn’t help but feel elated by the positive outlook. However, in light of recent events, her heart sank.
Unable to hold back any longer, Josie mustered the courage to confront Dexter, her voice tinged with disappointment, “Why did you help Jesse back there? Don’t you realize everyone thinks something is going on between you both?”
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connection with my family. Stirring up a scandal can boost publicity.”
Josie’s eyes widened in disbelief at Dexter’s explanation. She never anticipated such a response. “Dexter, were all those tender moments between us just illusions?”
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Had their intimate moments been nothing but a facade? How could he be so indifferent to her emotions?
Dexter pursed his lips, unsure of her meaning. “I’m simply stating the truth,” he retorted.
Josie’s anger boiled over, and she couldn’t help but burst into bitter laughter, tears streaming down her face, “Of course! So, Arnold was right about your so-called ‘truths. You’re nothing more than heartless, unscrupulous, and pompous…”
Dexter’s face flushed with fury as he abruptly slammed on the brakes upon hearing her mention the name, “Say that again!”
Josie locked eyes with him, her determination clear.
“Since you trust Arnold so much, why don’t you return to him now? There’s still time to change your mind!”
Without hesitation, Josie unbuckled her seatbelt. “Let me out of the car.”
Her stubbornness was unwavering, and after a brief standoff, Dexter couldn’t help but crack a smile.
He started the engine again without saying a word. As they approached Mason Garden, Josie clenched the seatbelt tightly, attempting to keep her composure as she spoke calmly to the man beside her, “I can play along with this charade, but remember, there are boundaries.”
don’t Just as she finished speaking, the car jerked forward. Dexter instinctively hit the brakes and then released them. He turned to her, his voice calm and indifferent, “Make sure you mess up!”
Back at Mason Garden, a car echoed through the courtyard. Marilyn and the staff were busy assembling lasagnas.
Meanwhile, Henry sat on the sofa, chuckling. “Well, well, well… Dex, Jo, you guys are early!”
Josie smiled forcedly and smoothly fabricated, “Hey, Grandpa. We hurried back here just to see you.”
While speaking, she rolled up her sleeves to wash her hands. Marilyn glanced at her and quickly advised, “Mix some hot water. It’s too cold.”
She turned on the hot water tap for Josie.
As the warm water streamed over her fingers, an unexpected sense of warmth washed over her heart.
Thanking Marilyn, Josie skillfully proceeded to assemble the fillings. Her movements were graceful and practiced, displaying a familiarity with kitchen work. As she wielded the cooking utensils, a sweet and tender aura surrounded her.
