Chapter 873 He Holds the Initiative
Dexter quickened his pace instead, venting his unbridled anger on horseback. “Don’t ruin your voice by shouting.”
Josie felt as if she would be better off dead.
She had nowhere to hold on to, her only option was to cling to his neck to prevent herself from falling. Yet her movements were hesitant and subtle due to her reluctance to rely on him.
Dexter suddenly sped up and then abruptly stopped the horse. Josie, unable to resist the inertia, fell hard sinto his arms. Her forehead bumped against his abs, causing a sharp pain as she instinctively held onto
him tightly.
“D*mn you!”
Dexter’s voice was husky. “Use a different word to curse.”
“You beast! You lunatic! You freak!”
Dexter lowered his head to glance at her, chuckling lightly. “Then why are you still holding me so
tightly?”
In that instant, Josie wanted to let go, but considering her safety, she held on tightly to the corner of Dexter’s clothes. If she was going to die, she could at least drag him down with her..
“Exciting, isn’t it?” He suddenly asked. Slowing down a little, he lowered his gaze to look at her intently.
Josie, who had somewhat calmed down, turned her head away defiantly.
He questioned further, “Would you dare to do it again next time?”
Josie didn’t respond. Seeing him about to speed up, she finally replied, “Dexter, we’re already divorced. What I do is none of your business.”
Upon hearing these words, Dexter let out a snigger. “Divorce? That means nothing. Our relationship only ends when I say it ends.”
This person is simply unreasonable.
Josie looked up into his dark eyes. “When will you tire of this game?”
This remark reignited the anger in Dexter’s heart that had just barely subsided. He tightened his grip on her waist and enunciated, “It depends on my mood.”
With her chest heaving, Josie found it amusing. “Must you behave this way?”
“I insist,” Dexter responded quickly.
He halted his horse, caressing her snow-white cheek with one hand. Gradually, he moved his hand down, resting it on the artery by her neck where he pressed gently.
“If you want a peaceful life, don’t upset me.”
In the end, Josie pushed him away and clumsily dismounted the horse. However, the lingering shock caused her knees to buckle, and she almost fell to the ground.
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Peaceful? From the moment I married him, I could no longer lead a peaceful life.
“Jo!”
When a voice echoed out, Josie lifted her gaze and was surprised to see Morgan rushing over, his face filled with anxiety. Behind him were Laura and Heather, among others. They had been watching for God knows how long, but Arnold was nowhere to be found.
“Are you okay?” Morgan stepped forward, taking her hand and looking her over.
Josie shook her head, instinctively wanting to pull her hand back.
“Mr. Russell, don’t you think you’ve gone too far with your games?” Morgan questioned the man who dismounted from his horse calmly.
Dexter leisurely put away his whip, “Ms. Warren doesn’t know how to ride a horse, so I was teaching her. I hope you don’t mind, Mr. Bastille.”
Morgan gripped Josie’s hand tightly. Despite the smile on his face, the look in his eyes was extremely cold.
“I trust my girlfriend completely. I’m just not sure if Ms. Olsen would mind.”
This remark was directed at Heather. She was still wearing the haute couture she had on when watching the show earlier. At that moment, she was staring at Dexter with her face brimming with indignance.”
Unconcerned, the latter handed the whip to the attendant. “You’re smart. You know me well.”
The statement was both ambiguous and distant. It offered no explanation, yet it seemed to explain everything.
Josie saw Heather swallow her grievances and force a smile before stepping forward, “I know that Dex can be very helpful sometimes.”
Upon hearing those words, Morgan couldn’t help but chuckle.
Josie silently stepped on his foot, causing him to click his tongue.
At that moment, everyone in the lounge also walked out with Zach at the lead.
