Chapter 340 Itâs His Freedom Josie asked, despite knowing the truth. âWhy were you at the hospital?â
Dexter did not release his grip.
Irritated, she had no choice but to continue. âWas I in the way of your date with your fling and bugging you?â
Dexter ignored her words and exposed her. âThereâs nothing to be afraid of if you didnât do anything wrong. Where were you the past few days?â
âThe hotel, the company, the hospital, the mundane nine-to-five.â She refused to tell the truth.
He grabbed and forced her to face him. He looked at her furiously. âYou know what happens if you lie to me, Josie.â
The woman could only hold his stare and spat word by word, âArenât you already aware? I was taking care of Arnold. Do you really need me to spell it out?â
She felt his grip on her tighten as if he wanted to choke the man. âWho told you to do it?!â
âWho gives you the right to question my actions? I didnât even question you anything about you and her.â Josie threw caution to the wind as though she was unafraid of the repercussions. âI told you before, Iâll show you I can be Mrs. Carter.â
He stared at her momentarily before releasing her with a scornful laugh. âDidnât you see it today at the hospital? Summer is the one Arnold likes.â
âIs that so? I didnât notice it. She deliberately changed the attention to the topic. âAnd here I was, thinking. that she likes you. She keeps throwing herself at you. You donât need to be such a gentleman.â
His expression became listless. âWhy? Are you hoping that I will get together with her?â
âItâs your freedom, whoever you choose to be with. I have no say in it.â
As she turned away, the words left her mouth without her thinking.
Isnât it always this way? He hadnât treated me with respect before.
She spoke up after a moment of silence. Iâm well aware of my position. We both have things we need.
You donât need to be considerate of me. I know my place.â
She was not the best at maintaining relationships, whether personal or business.
Their relationship had always been him giving her orders and her obeying. She did not have the choice to say no.
Josie poured a glass of warm water to sip. She said after finishing it. âBut donât forget to notify me when. she succeeds. I know the rules. You donât need to worry, Mr. Russellâ
There was no response. She turned around, confused.
Without her noticing. Dexter was seated in the chair with his eyes closed.
He must have been exhausted. With a hand propping his head, he seemed uncomfortable in the small seat. The sharp look he usually had was nowhere to be seen.
Josie bent down. Without thinking, she brushed her pale finger on his face, from the eyebrows to the mouth and further south.
Dexter was attractive. It was not surprising that women would pursue him relentlessly. But she wondered. what they would think if they knew about the manâs difficult temperament.
His overbearing nature was to the extreme. There was more pain than joy when she was with him.
Josie took a deep breath as her finger stopped at the base of his neck. She placed her palm against it and tightened her grip ever so slightly.
Dexter Russell. A well-known man in Wavery. People respected him, feared him, hated him. One word.
from him could destroy a personâs future.
Such a man was sleeping before her, defenseless.
For a moment, her mind was blank. She did not care about the consequences.
âBANG! A loud noise came from the next room as someone broke something.
Josie jolted at the sound.
Dexterâs large eyes were staring straight at her when she turned back.