Josie overheard Heather asking, “I’ve arranged to go look at wedding dresses this afternoon. Will you come with me, Dex?”
Dexter responded with a light and indifferent tone, “The true significance of a wedding dress is only appreciated at the wedding.”
Heather was taken aback by his response, but maintained her lively tone as she said, “Well, after I try on the dresses, I’ll take some detailed photos for you. The rest will remain a mystery.”
Dexter nodded, neither approving nor disapproving. He then asked, “How is everything at home? Is there anything you need help with?”
In an intimate relationship, getting involved in each other’s family affairs could be seen as the epitome of closeness.
Josie remembered the times when Paul was still around. Dexter had joined her in visiting and even cooked for them. His care and attention to detail were truly remarkable. It was only now that Josie realized the pain of seeing him become someone else’s man.
“Everything is fine. Laura is managing the business, so Father doesn’t need to worry too much. Mother is also taking good care of him. Oh, and Sum is undergoing psychological therapy. It seemed like everything was going well.
Josie neatly organized the documents and found a note at the bottom. It read: “All information about Arnold has been completely sealed off. It will not affect the wedding on the 15th.”
Heather patiently waited for Dexter to finish his work. Together, they left Russell Group and headed directly to the Olsen Residence to visit their elders. This was how a newlywed couple, immersed in sweet romance, was supposed to be.
The Olsen Residence had a signal jammer, making it difficult for Josie to continue eavesdropping with clarity. So, she simply shut down her computer and lay down on the bed to sleep.
Soon, she was awakened by a series of urgent knocks on the door, accompanied by Julie’s voice. “Mrs. Russell. Mrs. Russell.”
Squinting her eyes, Josie was puzzled about her visitor when she opened the door and was surprised to see Julie, whom she hadn’t seen in a long time. “It’s you.”
With a bowl of steaming hot soup in her hands, Julie smiled and said, “Mr. Russell mentioned your return and specially requested me to come back to Mason Garden to take care of you.”
Surprised, Josie thought that Julie might have misunderstood. “Um… But I’ll only be staying for a few days.”
Not to mention I was forced to stay here…
However, Julie didn’t seem to mind. “Regardless of how many days, it’s always good to have you back.”
Seated at the dining table in the downstairs hall, Josie savored each sip of the heartwarming soup. The nostalgic taste was truly something she had missed.
Julie continued, sharing, “Josie, Mr. Russell was concerned that you might not like the chef’s dishes, so he brought me back. He’s very thoughtful.”
As she spoke, she deliberately observed Josie’s expression. Josie remained calm and reminded her, “Julie, we’re already divorced. It’s not appropriate for you to call me ‘Mrs. Russell’ anymore.”
Julie caught on and chuckled. “Oh, silly me. I’ve been calling you that for so long that it’s hard for me to break the habit.”
“It’s okay.”
Just then, a black car pulled up, signaling Dexter’s return.
Josie accidentally dropped her spoon, causing it to clink against the rim of the bowl, producing a crisp sound.
Dexter entered the room with a chilly aura, radiating an air of aloofness. His demeanor was icy and detached, making him stand out in stark contrast to the warmth of the room. Casting a glance in Josie’s direction, he noticed she was even quieter than she had been yesterday.
Julie stepped forward to take his coat and greeted, “Mr. Russell.”
“What’s with the attitude?” He approached Josie and lifted her chin in a somewhat impolite manner, as if he were playfully engaging with a small dog.
Josie found it surprising that he didn’t stay over at the Olsen Residence. Brushing away his hand with composure, she quipped, “Mr. Russell, it seems like you have quite a bit of free time. Could it be that your lovely wife finds you a bit dull and prefers not to be by your side?”
Dexter had no interest in hearing a single word of what she was saying. He simply immersed himself in his meal after Julie brought him a serving of the same food, showcasing his consistently elegant eating style that was always a sight to behold.
