The Epic Blind Date with My Boss novel Chapter 551

Chapter 551 Do You Really Like Arnold?

Josie was increasingly frustrated with Dexter. She felt bad that he had been injured because of her, but she didn’t want to be entangled with him anymore.

However, there was no one else to take care of him. Andy had too much on his plate, so Josie was the only one who could do that. The doctor had given her instructions on what to do, and she just needed to follow them.

Dexter had a quick temper, but Josie knew he was more patient now. Occasionally, she could feel that he looked at her with a hint of concern and hesitation.

He didn’t want her to exhaust herself from taking care of him.

Josie wasn’t naive. She knew that Dexter was trying to make amends with her. She also suspected it was because he felt remorseful about what had happened.

She sneered at him, “You booked this room for half a year? Are you not going to care about the Russell Group anymore?”

Dexter tapped on the computer before him. “I do care, but I also have to care for you.”

Josie’s lips curled into a playful smirk. “I’ll still leave after you get better.”

“I’ve changed the passcode.”

“I’ll jump out from here then.”

Dexter’s face scrunched up in a deep scowl. “You wouldn’t dare,” he responded, his voice laced with concern. He knew that Josie was capable of doing it if she was feeling desperate. His reckless demeanor must have rubbed on her. Understanding that she could take unnecessary risk, he spoke in a hushed tone, “Just don’t do it.”

Josie was startled by the sudden change of attitude. She had only meant it as a joke, but Dexter’s voice was full of concern.

She brought a new dressing for his wound, hoping to change the subject. “It’s time to change your dressing,” she muttered.

Dexter had a lean but muscular body. Every line on his body was like it had been chiseled by a master sculptor. Even in Josie’s eyes, he was the most beautiful man she had ever seen.

Her cheeks turned scarlet as he lay face down on the sheets.

The wounds were not ghastly, but it was excruciatingly painful. Josie’s fingers danced across his spine, applying the ointment with gentle pressure. The cool ointment left a trail of relief on his heated skin.

Dexter winced in pain, his face contorting in agony.

His voice was deep and raspy, making Josie’s cheeks flush.

The room was suddenly filled with heavy tension, the air thick with unspoken words.