Chapter 611 Waiting for Her Divorce Morgan handed Josie the neatly packaged breakfast, a tinge of remorse in his eyes. âIâm sorry for what happened yesterday.â
A small chuckle escaped her lips when she sneered, âAbout what?â
Morganâs frown deepened at her distant demeanor.
âI admit I took advantage of your soft spot to gain the upper hand over Dexter at yesterdayâs meeting.
Itâs been a while since we last met, and I used our reunion to my advantage. Iâm really sorry for that.â
He could have spared her from all of it, but he didnât.
Sipping the warm coffee, which warmed her heart and stomach, Josie responded with a snicker tinged.
with sarcasm, âItâs alright. Iâm used to it anyway.â
Her casual words couldnât mask the underlying sense of loneliness and sorrow.
Morgan frowned at her reply. âJosie, I didnât have much of a choice.â
Given the circumstances, he had no other option.
Josie smiled, her inner beauty radiating. âNo need to apologize to me. You know the stakes in the business world. I donât need to say much, but youâre well aware of Dexterâs nature. He doesnât take losses lightly. So, brace yourself for his retaliation.â
She warned Morgan of his potential reality in a lighthearted tone.
The latter gazed at her, realizing that the Josie in front of him had transformed into a fierce and resilient entity, akin to a rose with thorns, captivating and unyielding.
It was rumored that Dexter was indeed planning to take action against the Bastille family. However, Morgan showed no signs of fear. âTrust me, the Bastille Group is just as formidable as the Russell Group. I just need some time, and Iâll make sure Dexter wonât be able to bring me down.â
Josie casually placed the breakfast back in its original position. âHmm, I believe you.â
She had always known that Morgan was intelligent and accomplished. But now, everything has changed. In her heart, Morgan was no longer the person she had once admired.
âThe scarf I gave you, I remember seeing it discarded in the trash. So, Iâm curious, why did you suddenly pretend to be sentimental and wear it before Dexter?â Josieâs words carried a sense of melancholy.
The past was still etched vividly in Josieâs mind.
After the fallout with Morgan, they had stubbornly drawn distinct boundaries. As she passed the trash bin, she caught sight of the scarf she had once knitted for him.
âYou misunderstood me back then,â Morgan explained, the sunlight streaming through the car window, casting a golden glow on his cufflinks, exuding an air of luxury.
He continued, âEven if I were to explain, you wouldnât believe me. But I hope you understand that what happened back then wasnât my intention.â
The morning light gently kissed her face, revealing a coffee stain on her lips.
Morganâs heart skipped a beat, and he reached out to wipe it away.
Josie evaded his touch.
His arm froze momentarily, but he wasnât embarrassed. Morgan retrieved a tissue and gave it to her.
Josie declined. She asked, sounding rather awkward, âWhy did you come back?â
A momentary flicker of hesitation displayed in Morganâs eyes as he smiled. Since Josie had asked, he felt compelled to tell her the truth..
Both of them were perceptive adults and understood the underlying implications of their words.
Morgan tightened his grip on the tissue. âBecause of you.â
Josie was taken aback, realizing his answer was as straightforward as it sounded.
âI donât want to see the woman I love going with another man. I want to pursue you again.â
Morganâs honesty surprised her.
Josie was no fool. She thought Morgan was delusional, suddenly proclaiming his feelings for her after everything that had happened between them, âDo you even know what youâre saying?â
âI want us to be together like how we used to. Iâm confident I can provide you better care than Dexter.â
Morganâs voice held a solemn yet playful undertone, his heart racing in the morning light.
However, Josieâs expression grew colder, and her anger intensified.
âI know you resent and hold me accountable in your heart, but itâs okay. I can wait for you to divorce and for us to fall in love again. Iâm telling you my true feelings now, but Iâm not expecting an immediate response.â