Chapter 467 What is Love Dexterâs kiss silenced her refusal, leaving her only able to make sobbing sounds. At that moment, she fully awakened. Josie felt his actions were utterly unreasonable. Unable to speak, she resorted to punching and kicking, but Dexter effortlessly subdued her.
Josie felt incredibly uncomfortable and couldnât bear being treated in such a way. Tears welled up in her eyes as she exclaimed, âDex! Whatâs gotten into you?â
He remained silent.
This alcohol-fueled encounter almost went out of control. Josie couldnât endure it any longer. She curled and cried out, âI hate you!â
up Her sobbing and pitiful voice sounded as if she were acting coquettishly.
To Dexterâs ears, this only drove her even more desperate and cranked up the sensuality of the situation.
And so, the steamy episode lasted until dawn.
Josieâs voice grew hoarse, and her whole body trembled uncontrollably. Dexter held her in his arms and whispered, âJo, donât make me angry.
Josie felt utterly confused. She had no idea what she had done to provoke him. Her nose was red from crying, and she said, âYou promised to pick me up, but you stood me up. Clearly, youâve gone too far!â
Being bullied in such a manner made her appear adorable and innocent. Dexterâs pent-up anger inexplicably dissipated. He patted her head and said, âIâm sorry.â
Josie took a deep breath, turned away, and ignored him.
Dexter continued, âItâs my fault.â
Still, she remained silent. After being tormented in bed the whole night, she was covered in sweat but felt much better than before the sex.
The man gave his hand and said, âLet me help you to the bathroom, okay?â
Blushing, Josie wrapped herself in her clothes and said, âI donât need your help.
Her gait seemed somewhat comical, limping and hobbling, clearly indicating what she had just experienced.
Dexter sat up in bed, his mood improving as he watched her, unable to contain his amusement.
The realization that she had revealed her true self to another man ignited an uncontrollable wave of possessiveness in Dexter. That man had likely once been a beacon of light in her heart.
Dexterâs smile gradually faded, and his expression became somber as he contemplated something.
At that very moment, a scream echoed from the bathroom.
Dexterâs face instantly changed, and he quickly rose to his feet, rushing inside.
There, he found Josie, still unclothed, sprawled on the floor, unable to get up. She looked at Dexter with a mix of grievances and said, âThe floor is so slippery.â
It was evident that she had applied an excessive amount of shower gel and was standing barefoot. It would be impossible if she hadnât slipped.
Dexter crouched down, lifting her up and swiftly helping her clean up. In the process, he also got wet.
Josieâs body was sore, and as she noticed the manâs expression darken, she intentionally splashed water on him, remarking, âWhy are you madâ¦â
Dexter glanced at her and retorted, âAre you kidding me?â
Instinctively. Josie wrapped her arms around his neck and playfully remarked, âYouâre the big fool, and Iâm the little fool. Buy one big fool, get one little fool for free.â
Josie was naïve as if she were a child.
Dexter couldnât help but turn his head to conceal his smile, then lifted her up and carried her out. Josie obediently draped herself over him as if a koala bear cub.
Wrapped in a towel, Josie lay on the bed; her delicate waistline was bruised from the fall.
Dexter retrieved some medicine from the first aid kit and gently applied it to the blue-black. Most of the time, he was the one taking care of her.
It was always like this; he had to go through unnecessary trouble to show his love for her.
Feeling the cooling sensation on her waist, Josie was blinded and carried away by his attentive care, and she blurted out, âHey, am I your favorite woman?â
Her voice was husky, emitting an alluring mystique.
In truth, this question was already approached with caution. Josie didnât dare to confirm whether she was Dexterâs only one. She only dared to inquire if she held a special place as his favorite.