Chapter 43


    Dexter shook himself out of his daze and grabbed Josie’s hand before she could leave, “Follow me.”


    “Hey!”


    Dexter had long legs and walked fast. Josie could only quicken her steps into a light job as he pulled


    her along.


    “Dexter! Dexter! Why do I have to follow you home? It’s the weekend! I have things to do!” She shouted


    at him as she covered her face.


    Dexter’s Porsche was parked in front of the shopping mall. He opened the door, tossed her in, then


    quickly got into the driver’s seat and put his seatbelt on.


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    “Sit tight.”


    Dexter navigated his way through traffic at high speed. Josie clutched her seatbelt tightly. She nced


    at the rearview mirror and saw the cars far behind them.


    It would cause them a lot topensate for damages to a Porsche 911.


    “What did you have with that doctor?”


    Josie was stumped for a moment before replying, “I… Italian. Why?”


    Dexter clenched his teeth together but did not reply to her.


    “What are you doing, Dexter? I agreed to work with you, but you didn’t say I have to spend my


    weekends with you, too. You can’t just create uses…”


    Josie was met with silence. She was going crazy with all the anxiety inside of her.


    When she thought about him reproaching her for having lunch with Matthew, she continued angrily,


    “I’ve been running errands the whole day. I haven’t even found a new part-time job after running away


    from my previous one. I’m wasting my precious time being here with you when I can be earning


    money!”


    “What part-time job?” Dexter slightly released his foot off the elerator. He didn’t think this woman


    would have a part-time job to attend to on the weekends.


    “Do you not understand? It’s as I said. A! Part! Time! Job!”


    Dexter turned the steering wheel and said, “If I remember correctly, you have an ie of over ten


    thousand a month. Why do you need to work part-time if you’ve already settled your parents’ medical


    bills?”


    Josie red at him from the side of her eye and rebutted. “You’re wrong. Although I have some


    savings, one should always prepare for a rainy day. What if, one day, you leave me to fend for myself?


    Women have to be independent; we can’t always rely on other people. Of course, I’m relying on you


    now, but that’s because I have no choice. Also, you don’t know Mr. Russell, but intion is happening!


    The things you use at home are getting more and more expensive!”


    She spoke without taking any breaks, and her expression was self-righteous.


    Dexter did not say anything but suddenly stopped the car and caused Josie’s shoulder to hurt from


    being pushed into the seatbelt. She looked around to see they had arrived at a luxurious market.


    “Aren’t we going home? What are we doing here?”


    Dexter unbuckled his seatbelt with a click.


    “Today, I’ll let you be in charge.”


    The target demographic of this supermarket was the rich. Even something simple would cause


    hundreds. Dexter was a member, and whenever they needed groceries, he would get Ivy to buy them.


    He had never been here, but Josie had. She knew the prices on the items here were not for the faint-


    hearted.


    She nced at the man pushing the cart and whispered, “Oil and salt might have gone up in price, but


    the prices here are ridiculous! Let’s go to a neighborhood supermarket if you want to y house. You


    can spend as much as you want there.”


    Dexter ced his hand on her head and said, “Didn’t you say you were going to cook for mest night?


    This is your chance to show me what you got.”