Blind date turned proposal (Josie and Dexter) novel Chapter 861

Chapter 861

Josie’s helplessness still lingered, and she couldn’t believe Dexter would humiliate her like that. 

Still, she shook her head and used her last bit of strength to say, “I don’t like it. Nor am I willing to do it.” 

Dexter looked at her, his eyes devoid of warmth. Whenever he recalled the picture of her with another. man, the agitation deep within him roiled relentlessly, almost pushing him to the brink of endurance. 

He leaned down and grasped the back of her neck, forcing her closer to him. “But I like it.” 

When he was not in the mood to talk nicely, he was no different from a frivolous man who regarded the world with disdain. He would have no qualms about causing chaos and destruction to obtain something he desired. 

Kneeling on the ground, Josie clutched at his pants tightly, yet the expensive fabric barely wrinkled. 

“You lured me here with your tricks just for this?” 

Dexter didn’t affirm or deny it. “Isn’t this what you’re best at?” 

It was a blatant insult. Surprisingly, Josie didn’t get angry. She stopped struggling, her fair and delicate hand landing on his silver belt. With a light press on the buckle, a soft click sounded. 

The man’s desire blazed all the hotter. 

Josie continued doing it all with her face devoid of expression. Just when she was about to unfasten his belt, a hand suddenly grabbed her wrist. 

Dexter’s expression darkened further. “You’re quite obedient, doing whatever I ask. Would you do the same for someone else?” 

The mere thought of it ignited an uncontrollable urge to kill someone within him. 

Josie calmly raised her eyes. “Wasn’t it you who forced me to do this?” 

The atmosphere became even more oppressive to the point of suffocating. Dexter’s mood was a mix of gloom and frustration, yet she continued, “Isn’t what you enjoy most watching me trapped in the golden cage you’ve created, crashing around until I’m battered and bloodied but forever under your control? Does that make you feel good, Dexter?” 

Dexter’s brows furrowed. Suddenly, a smile showed on his face, devoid of any warmth. “Yeah, I suppose.” Josie was taken aback. 

She had never been as aware of the gap between them as she was at that moment. He grew up surrounded by riches and had always been the dominant one. Conversely, she was accustomed to a busy life, forever working for others. 

The gap between them had long since widened into a gulf when she went missing. 

She narrowed her eyes. “Why… have you changed into such a person, Dexter?” 

Even she didn’t know whether her sudden remark was referring to the boy she grew up with or the man she came to know after marriage. 

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Dexter faltered slightly. Her words struck him right in the heart, and her sorrowful expression almost plunged him into a trance. 

The location of Zachariah’s lounge was excellent. Although the view wasn’t expansive, it offered great. privacy. 

Suddenly, a storm assailed the world out there. The darkness outside made the room grow even dimmer and the atmosphere increasingly solemn and ambiguous. 

Josie curled up in a corner, watching the heavy raindrops pelt against the window. 

“Aren’t you afraid of punishment when you’ve dealt the higher-ups of Wavery a slap in the face?” 

The sound of a lighter flicking to life was particularly noticeable in the pitch-black surroundings. Dexter cupped the flame and lit a cigarette.