Chapter 832 Do Not Take The Medication
Josie emitted two soft, subdued whimpers.
Arnold had already reached the rooftop’s exterior. He attempted to push open the door, but to his
surprise, there was no response.
“Josie, are you in there?”
Josie cast a fierce re at the man who was intimately close to her, wishing to speak, but his kiss grew
more fervent. “Let him hear how you flourish in my embrace.”
She felt on the brink of suffocation.
Arnold received no response, so he unlocked the rooftop door and called out, “Josie?”
Dexter’s voice resembled a haunting nightmare. “Do you believe that if he witnessed the woman he
never had, brought to the edge of ecstasy by me, he would kill me?”
He appeared to envision Arnold’s reaction and couldn’t suppress a chuckle.
This fleeting trace ofughter ultimately dissuaded Arnold from forcing the door open. He remained
there for an extended period, enshrouded in shadows.
The housekeeper returned and inquired, “Mr. Carter, is Mr. Russell inside?”
After a moment, Arnold turned around and replied, “He’s not here, probably in the study.”
The sound of leather shoes descending the stairs gradually receded into the distance.
Josie felt like a fish out of water, utterly drained, as if she had just survived a catastrophe.
Dexter had already released his grip on her, straightened the wrinkles in his ck trousers, and
resumed his usual cool andposed demeanor.
Josie, on the other hand, appeared disheveled, steadying herself by leaning against the wall.
“Remember, if you want to avoid more significant trouble, don’t take the medicine,” Dexter advised,
brushing his shoulder. His fingers bore immediate evidence of the bloodstains.
Josie retrieved the belt of her skirt, designed like a leather strap, and swung it fiercely, striking Dexter.
“We’re already divorced; why are you still treating me this way!”
Dexter remained motionless, unaffected by the belt’s metallic buckle striking his wrist bone with a
painful clink. He didn’t even furrow his brows as he calmly stated, “I’ve told you before, you are mine.”
Tears glistened on Josie’s face, her energypletely drained as she replied, “I belong to myself.”
The scorching sun overhead caused tiny beads of sweat to form on the man’s forehead. He looked up
and remarked, “It’s going to rain. We shouldn’t leave today
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With that, Dexter pushed open the rooftop door.
“Dexter!” Josie shouted, her voice filled with determination “If you dare touch me again, I’ll jump off of
this building!
He stood still, his face remaining expressionless as he replied, “You can give it a try.”
Josie immediately turned around and walked toward the rooftop’s edge.
Dexter finally showed emotion, adding a threatening tone, “If you dare to jump, I’ll have Paul taken care
of.”
Josie’s actions came to an abrupt halt when she heard this. She asked anxiously, “Do you have news
from Pop?”
The man didn’t respond, simply descending the stairs. His silhouette disappeared into the shadows
without pausing for a single step.
Josie feltpletely defeated, copsing onto the scorching ground.
When it came to ying a game of chess with Dexter, she was utterly outmatched.
He was right, a storm was about to hit, and the stifling weather made it evident.
Josie remained seated, letting the heavy rain wash over her as if it could cleanse away the traces on
her body.
The rooftop gate was left open. As the housekeeper approached and saw Josie sitting silently in the
rain, she was startled. “Ms. Warren, what are you…”
An umbre appeared overhead, snapping Josie back to her senses. “I… I’ve sprained my ankle; I
can’t stand up.”
The housekeeper finally understood and quickly helped her up, saying, “You’re all wet; you should take
a bath.”
Josie was assisted downstairs. When Laura came out and saw her in this state, she was surprised,
“I’ve been looking for you for so long, you…”
The housekeeper exined the situation again, and then Josie asked, “Are there any spare clothes?”
“Yes, you can go take a shower in my room.”