The Epic Blind Date with My Boss (Josie and Dexter)

Chapter 721 Fancy Becoming Mrs Carter?
Dexter reclined slowly as if sighing. “You’re correct. He does care about you a lot.”
The rain painted streaks on the car windows, the outside lights gleamed in the darkness, and an older mant with a crutch stood
patiently at the doorstep.
“Otherwise, he wouldn’t be waiting specifically for you on a raining night like this.”
Moses stepped out of the car with an umbrella, opening the door for her. “Ms. Olsen, we’ve reached your home.”
At that moment, Leanne realized they had arrived at the Olsen Residence.
Josie tried to stand up, but her knees wavered, and she stumbled into Dexter’s arms. The sight of them embracing caught Mark’s
attention.
Dexter lifted his gaze slightly, his tone carrying more weight, “You better go in now. Your father must be very worried about you.”“
The car pulled away swiftly, unfazed by the pouring rain.
“Mr. Russell, where to now?” Moses inquired.
Dexter again secured his rosary around his wrist, “Back to Mason Garden.“
Half an hour later, they arrived at Mason Garden.
The main bedroom’s light was illuminated.
The rain had dampened the cuffs of Dexter’s clothes. He pushed open the door and entered, spotting the woman who had just
emerged from the bath.
Their eyes met, and in a split second, she seized a cushion from the sofa and flung it at him.
Unsatisfied with the cushion, she grabbed a table lamp and launched it in his direction.
Dexter didn’t dodge; his demeanor was calm and relaxed.

As Josie’s barrage of items ended, she slumped onto the couch, breathing heavily. Then, he bent down, retrieving the table lamp
and setting it back in place.
“Feeling better now?”
Turning her body away, Josie refused to engage with him.
“Are you willing to listen now?”
Josie wanted to leave the bedroom, but Dexter caught her wrist.
“You’re really something, you know? Took Arnold’s wine and slept with him. I haven’t even brought this up yet”
Dexter sat down, tugging her to sit beside him.
“I didn’t sleep with anyone! Stop making baseless accusations.” Josie’s agitation was palpable. 1/3
Dexter ignited another cigarette, his gaze on her softening, turmoil simmering.
“...He practically forced me to drink, and I only leaned on him for a moment.” Josie changed her phrasing. realizing that playing
innocent wouldn’t work.
“Why did you meet him privately?” Dexter took a deep drag from his cigarette, the tips of his fingers. catching the tobacco scent.
“For Pop, of course!”
“If the Russell family couldn’t locate your father, what makes you think you could?”
It wasn’t arrogance on Dexter’s part but a fundamental law in Wavery. Josie was a step ahead.
“I didn’t know Wyatt was hospitalized. If I had known, I wouldn’t have bothered.”
Dexter let out a dry chuckle. “I can’t blame you for that, I found out recently myself.”
Josie’s expression was a mixture of ‘you’re misunderstanding me.”
“We met privately a few times.” Dexter lifted his hand, brushing away the raindrops that fell onto his hand from her hair.
...Just once recently.”

His hand moved up to press on the teardrop mole at the corner of her eye. Josie let out a soft involuntary sound, a reaction he
often elicited. Whenever their emotions ran deep, he tended to touch that teardrop mole.
It had become something of a habit.
“I don’t think you’re truly aiming to be Mrs. Russell. Dexter exerted more pressure. “Do you want to be Mrs. Carter?”
This was spiraling into absurdity. Josie suddenly pushed him away, frustration evident in her eyes. “Dexter, is it that I’m not
interested, or do you have a more suitable candidate?”
Pushed back, Dexter regarded her in silence.
“Why didn’t you tell me about Leanne joining Russell Group?”
“Now you know. So, are you going to interrogate me now?”
Arnold had a point; Josie would have been angry whether she was informed or not.
“You’re fond of her.” Josie’s frustration grew as if she were searching for traces of it on him.
Dexter closed his eyes.
“You’re actually fond of her!” Josie’s anxiety grew. She took a step forward, gripping his hands and making him open his eyes.
Her agitation was such that she practically leaned on him, her breath coming fast.
Dexter made a muffled sound, restraining her, “Are you trying to seduce me?”
“Answer me!”