Chapter 448 Uncle Owen The curtains opened, and the boss entered. âAre you done?â he asked.
âYes, thank you for helping.â Dexter answered, his voice respectful and deferential.
Owen waved his hands dismissively. His curiosity was piqued as he asked, âAnd this is?â
He was asking about Josie.
âJosieâs eyes shifted with uncertainty, pondering how to answer this question.
Should I say Iâm his girlfriend?
She subconsciously stepped back as she felt pressured by the situation.
Suddenly, Dexter grabbed Josieâs wrist and pulled her to the front. âIâm already married, Uncle Owen.
Sheâs my wife, Dexter said nonchalantly.
Josie felt a shiver run down her spine.
Feeling incredulous over his blunt statement, she blinked repeatedly in shock.
âYouâre married? Thatâs great!â Owen chuckled in delight and patted Josieâs shoulder, then proceeded to say, âLetâs go! Iâll take you guys for some good food.â
âAh?â Josieâs eyes bulged from the abrupt invitation.
Dexter signaled her to follow Owen.
Josie wouldnât have believed it if she hadnât seen it with her own eyes. She never thought the man who made important decisions with millions of dollars at stake would be sitting by the roadside, savoring food from a food truck.
He also didnât look disgusted or unwilling to be there at all.
Owen ordered a few bottles of beer, clearly excited to see Dexter. âIâve watched Dex grow up since he was a boy. Itâs been so long since then,â he said to Josie.
The sudden revelation of Dexterâs past caught her off guard.
Dexter poured some beer for Owen. âIâve been really busy these few years,â he answered coolly.
âDo you think Iâm a fool? You donât have to keep your guard up in front of me,â Owen replied.
Dexter fell silent.
He was really tall, and he barely fit into the small bench by the food truck. The manâs legs dangled awkwardly off the side of the bench.
As she munched on the tacos, Josie asked, âWhat happened? Iâm really curious to know Owen gave a knowing smile and didnât say anything.
âItâs good as long as youâre here to see me,â he answered, swiftly changing the topic. âYouâre the first lady Iâve seen around him. How long did you guys date before you got married?â
âYouâve only seen one because we rarely meet,â Dexter interjected with a hint of mischief.
As soon as he said that, Owen knocked on his head with his knuckles. âAre you proud that youâve had so many ex-girlfriends?â
Josie chuckled loudly at their friendly banter.
Dexter shot an icy glare at her.
âWhatâs your name?â
Josie Warren.â
Owen looked closely at her face as he uttered her name. âYou look a lot like..â he mumbled.
âUncle Owen, sheâs not Leanne, Dexter chimed in, his voice calm and composed. âSheâs my wife, Josie.â
Owen froze for a short moment before downing his beer. âAlright! Itâs good that youâre no longer stuck in the past. Treat her well, Dex!â
Dexter frowned, but he had no choice but to comply with his advice. âI understand,â he answered indifferently.
The sky was a vast canvas painted with a million stars. The crescent moon hung like a teardrop, dangling from the edge of the sky, its silver light glinting off the stars like diamonds.
They caught a whiff of the mouth-watering aroma of grilled beef as the wind blew through the alley. The place they sat was bustling with activity, the chatter of the people filling the air like a symphony. They looked as if they belonged there.
Owen was drunk, lying on the table with his eyes closed.
The silence at the table hung heavy, and she felt uneasy sitting there.
âDo you want to play a game?â Dexter asked enthusiastically.
Josie tilted her head slightly. âWhat game?â
âChemin de fer, best of five wins, and the dealer is decided through drawing lots,â Dexter explained and requested a deck of cards from the food truck owner. He then swiftly shuffled the cards.
Josie wasnât too familiar with the game.
She rested her head on one of her palms and nodded. âWhatâs the bet?â
Dexter didnât have anything in mind. âWeâll try one round first.â
Josie dealt the cards. She already thought of what was on the line for the game. She was sure Dexter would never agree to it, so it would leave him no choice but to compensate with money.