Love and Devotion No Longer His to Claim (Angela and Dexter) novel Chapter 22

Chapter 22 

In a daze, Angela heard the familiar yet distant voice of tharle 

She jolted slightly. In the hazy light of her dream, she saw Marie looking at her quietly with a gentle and loving gaze. 

Angela was stunned. Her voice trembled as she murmured, “Mom, is that you? I’ve missed you so much!” 

Tears filled Marie’s eyes. “My child, you’ve suffered so much.” 

Angela lowered her head, and her tears began streaming down like a broken dam. She hadn’t cried like this in a dream for a long time. 

Her tears soaked the pillow, dampening her dreams. 

The faint sound of her soft sobs stirred Dexter from his sleep in annoyance. He thought irritably, “Why is she making noise in the middle of the night now?” 

He threw off the covers, ready to scold her, but stopped short when he realized that she she was crying. Angela was curled up on the floor. She looked so small. At that moment, looked like a child who hadn’t yet grown up. 

However, her tears were real. 

An odd feeling of frustration surged in Dexter’s chest. He tried to ignore it as he lay back. down. But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t sleep. 

He decided that he would do one good deed. 

He sat up and slowly maneuvered himself out of bed while keeping his legs apart at an awkward angle to avoid straining his injury. Then, he bent down and carefully lifted Angela up, tucking her under the blanket. 

“All you do is cry!” He grumbled to himself and reluctantly lay down beside her. 

In the darkness, a subtle feminine fragrance emanated from Angela. Her scént stirred his most primal instincts. 

As a result, Dexter’s pain flared up again. 

Angrily, he got up and stood by the window, letting the cool air rush over him for a long time before that sudden urge died down. 

The next morning, Angela woke up to the blinding sunlight. Reaching out, she felt something soft and warm. She paused, sitting up in shock to find herself lying in Dexter’s bed. Meanwhile, he was awkwardly sprawled on the makeshift bed on the floor that she 

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had prepared for herself. 

He looked very uncomfortable with his long arms and legs jutting out of the edges. 

“What are you staring at?” Dexter suddenly opened his eyes, his expression as icy as ever as he met her gaze. 

“Why are you sleeping on the floor?” Angela asked, puzzled. 

“Because you grind your teeth and fart in your sleep,” he replied with a mocking smirk. 

Angela was speechless. She thought, “Fine. He can say whatever he wants.” 

Even when he was injured, Dexter’s hectic work schedule wasn’t disrupted at all. He spent the day on calls with his assistant and video meetings with business partners. In fact, he was so busy that he even skipped lunch. 

Angela took his lunch to the study before slipping away to the least noticeable room in the massive, castle–like villa within Bamford Estate.