Chapter 194 Revealing His Weakness
His initial call was meant for Mason, only to find out she wasn’t available.
As rays
of light traversed in a gentle glow, Josie remained indifferent as she said coolly, “Mr. Russell, one cannot always win over the hearts of others.”
“I was angry. I didn’t mean what I said earlier.”
“What did you mean, then?”
“I’ll tell you when I see you. Please, tell me where you are now?”
She sighed, “I’m at the… hospital.”
Dexter swiftly settled into his Rolls-Royce, exuding an air of unabashed extravagance.
Dexter stepped out of the car, merely donning beige shirt and black trousers. He walked towards his wife, who stood in a bowed head like a penguin. He felt a pang of guilt and reached out, pulling her close. “Shall we go home?” he softly asked.
He looked exhausted.
“Aren’t you cold?” Josie asked tactfully.
His jacket had been left behind on the passenger seat. “Wavery isn’t as cold as Rivodia,” he remarked, his eyes fixed on the road as he braved the chilly weather.
“What will it take for you to come back?” He quickly added.
She stayed silent briefly in his arms, her eyes still as she softly murmured, “I’m not sure.”
A sharp breeze cut through the air as she inched away, reminding them of the biting cold. Dexter clasped her hand firmly, his voice filled with warmth as he asked, “So, what’s the plan?”
She pulled her hand back, eyes locked with his. “Unless you apologize to me,” she said sternly.
Silence ensued.
As the eldest and heir to the Russell family group, he had never apologized before. Even if he was at fault, no one could force him unless he chose to.
frightened as she anticipated his response. You should go back. I’ll take a tast
She firmly refused to go back with him, no matter what.
Dexter got into his car and trailed behind Josie.
The Rolls-Royce emanated an undeniable air of opulence and grandeur.
Josie boarded the bus, hoping to shake him off. To her dismay, Dexter was persistent and even sent her a text asking why didn’t she take the cab as she had said.
Josie ignored the text.
The bus was just a few stops away from Mason Garden when Josie snapped and stormed back to Dexter. “Hey, this is getting absolutely outrageous!”
A brisk autumn wind swept in, playfully ruffled Josie’s braid, and a few strands gently clung to her face.
Their eyes locked, and their world fell silent, frozen in time.
Josie’s cheeks flushed with embarrassment as the public’s prying eyes peered on her. A sudden coolness brushed against the nape of her neck, and in an instant, she found herself pulled in his arms. She looked up and was met with a gentle yet tender kiss.
Coldness pierced through, leaving an icy trail in its wake.
They kissed deeply, seeking comfort in each other’s warmth.
The wind gushed, but Josie caught a muffled reply, “I’m not what you think – the Russell Group has terminated the contract with Jesse Abbott.”
Josie was surprised.
At the bustling intersection, the jingling sound of a cyclist’s bell abruptly ceased, leaving behind a momentary silence amidst the clamor of traffic.
