Chapter 563


    Chapter 563 We Won’t Get a Divorce


    She paused, and Dexter held his breath, awaiting her following words.


    “But at that moment, my mind went nk. I didn’t know,” she confessed.


    “Do you know who I met at the church? Mrs. Hadey, who is none other than udia Hadey.”


    That one sentence awakened Dexter.


    It all made sense.


    “I never imagined that udia Hadey is Summer’s mother,” Josiemented and closed her eyes, “She


    is a very gentle woman. I even told her I wished she were my mother, but s…”


    She couldn’t continue.


    She could never heal from the pain of never receiving a mother’s love.


    Dexter frowned; the muscles along his jaw tightened.


    “Social ss erects lifelong barriers that cannot be ovee.”


    Josie opened her eyes and added, “I thought I was your first wife and genuinely liked you. But the


    reality is harsh, Dexter. Sooner orter, we will end up divorcing Your ideal partner should be a


    sophisticated and educated woman from a wealthy family I cannot fulfill that role. How will I live my life


    if I can’t move on?”


    Josie had spoken so much that her face flushed, and Dexter reached out, cradling her face warmly.


    Little did she know, a wave of anger raged in his heart.


    Gradually, Josie fell silent, copsing into Dexter’s embrace. She gently touched his face, asking, “Did I


    cry…? I thought I wouldn’t cry anymore…”


    “Josie, we won’t get a divorce,” Dexter whispered, stroking her hair tenderly.


    She felt intoxicated, but there was a firm sense of sobriety underneath. “I’ve tried, but there are too


    many obstacles between us. We cannot reach the end, do you understand?”


    Josie had epted her fate.


    Dexter gently caressed her face as his chest heaved with turmoil.


    After a while, Dexter finally looked up and beckoned his secretary, Larry, toe over.


    He took the car keys from him and ordered, “Go settle the bill.”


    -He lifted Josie, ced her in the passenger seat, reclined it, and fastened her seatbelt before


    adjusting the


    temperature to a warmer setting.


    Dexter was sober and drove outte at night to find empty streets with few cars.


    He continued driving, passing the city hall, Wavery University, and the lengthy coastline, He


    elerated as the city fell silent. The rushing wind filled his ears, but the weight in his heart remained.


    After driving for a while, he finally pulled over. He was still coughing uncontrobly, having not fully


    recovered from his illness.


    Turning his head, he noticed Josie sleeping soundly, covered with a small nket.


    What was she dreaming about? Was he a part of her dreams?


    Josie and Dexter were perceptive about each other’s motivations. Josie saw through Dexter’s fake


    illness as a way to reunite, and Dexter figured out Josie’s hidden intentions behind her drunken words.


    Josie woke up to sunlight piercing through her eyelids. She shielded her eyes and saw the car had


    stopped near Pop’s residence.


    Dexter, who hadn’t slept all night, looked at her and muttered, “Hi, sleepyhead.”


    Josie stared nkly at him.


    The soft, orange glow delicately kissed his face, softened his features, and revealed a glimpse of the


    youthful man he once was rather than the formidable Mr. Russell he had be.


    The steady beat of her heart resonated in her ears.


    Josie withdrew her gaze. “Did I spend the night here?”


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    His expression dulled, “You drank too muchst night. I heard many things from you.”