That Day When I Got Married to My Boss at the Blind Date

Chapter 782 Strangle Her

Chapter 782 Strangle Her 

Josie looked up.

He removed her mask and asked, “Are you afraid of being recognized? Have you done something shameful?”

He spoke each word and sentence like a very angry, trapped beast.

Josie was in severe pain from the chokehold. She struggled to slap his hand away and called out, “Dexter!”

He leaned forward, his cold laughter reminiscent of an Epean vampire. “You don’t want to tell me who that man is. Is it because you know him? Not only do you know him, but I do too.”

It was a declarative sentence.

Oxygen was gradually squeezed out from her lungs. Everything in sight suddenly became hazy, like a filming technique in a movie, filled with bizarre and colorful lights,

Eventually, even his appearance became indistinguishable.

He must have found something. Josie eventually calmed herself down.

She decided to stop the pointless struggle. If Dexter wanted to strangle her, then so be it.

It seemed as though he could sense the woman’s will to live diminishing. Dexter opened his weary eyes, his rationality returning. In the end, he chose to let go,

Suddenly, the strength drained away, causing a two-step retreat, teetering on the brink of collapse. It was a rather sorry sight.

Dexter clearly had no intention of letting her go. As he approached, his anger was not as abrupt as before, which made Josie even more afraid.

He said, “I want to strangle you to death so badly.

After that, he couldn’t help but say some hurtful words. “However, even touching you makes me feel. dirty.”

He couldn’t possibly strangle her to death. Josie didn’t dare to provoke this man on the brink of collapse further. She kept her distance, clutching her neck and coughing forcefully. “So, let’s get a divorce. Your assets are complex. It would be better for you to draft the agreement.”

Dressed in black from head to toe, Dexter appeared somewhat hunched. He looked as if he had walked straight out of the apocalypse.

He felt some regret because he didn’t mean to hurt her. He was just too angry.

-Josie looked at him calmly, without any anger or aggression. The more she looked at him that way, the more uncomfortable Dexter felt.

“Are you going to give up on me?” Dexter asked softly.

Josie was almost suffocating, gritting her teeth as she nodded. “Yes. Since you already know, I won’t hide it anymore. If we continue like this, we can’t return to how things were. I can give up everything, but I want to find Pop.”

Dexter bit down hard on his back teeth, the taste of iron filling his mouth as his vision swirled before him.

It was as if a chasm separated the two, making their connection feel unreal. The most tragic thing was the collapse of one’s public image, followed by the extinction of one’s beliefs.

“Do you feel guilty toward me?” Dexter asked.

Josie didn’t even dare to take another look. Her expression was indifferent when she replied, “I don’t feel guilty at all.”

She bent down to pick up the fallen mask. Before she could stand up, she heard Dexter’s breath becoming unsteady, and his voice was slightly sharp when he demanded, “Don’t pick it up.”

Josie froze.

“I said don’t pick it up. Did you hear me?” The tone was even more intense, still a declarative sentence.

With a sidelong glance, Josie looked at him, and a hint of emotion unexpectedly stirred within her heart.

At that moment, Dexter seemed somewhat fragile, as if when she picked up the mask, something he had been persistently holding onto would completely collapse.

The sunlight slanted, time moved forward, and Josie finally tightened her hat, put it back on properly, stood up straight, and turned to leave.

The man’s seductive voice caught up with her. “If you divorce me, you’ll be the one at fault in the marriage. Russell Group’s legal team will leave you penniless.”

Yet, Josie didn’t halt her steps. With an unusual determination, she continued to move forward, never looking back.

“Give me a reason.” He wanted a reason compelling enough for a divorce.

Still, she didn’t look back.

The only response Dexter got was the silence of an entire corridor and the dust in the air gently falling.