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

Chapter 882 Birthday

Chapter 882 Birthday 

“Um-”

Josie barely had time to catch her breath before their lips passionately intertwined. His large hand gripped her slender waist, rendering her unable to move.

She struggled fiercely, but his strength was too much for her.

Exhausted from the struggle, she no longer had the energy to resist. She numbly allowed him to proceed with his actions.

“What will happen if others find out that the future son-in-law of the Olsen family is currently kissing his ex-wife?” Her tone was casual.

The man before her paused slightly and then he parted his lips, landing them on her cheeks, again and again. “Do you want others to know?”

Eyes damp, she glared at him. She was wearing a gown, which restricted her movements. Otherwise, she would have definitely kicked him.

“You look beautiful in the gown,” Dexter suddenly said, cradling her face.

The two were entwined, two buttons of her gown undone, and his white shirt also wrinkled in the tussle..

Josie remained unmoved. “What’s the point, Dexter? After you marry Heather, will you still be entangled with me like this?”

Dexter slowly lifted his gaze, inexplicably feeling that she had truly grown on him. Every part of her had found a place in his heart, making everyone else seem interesting in comparison.

“I’ve said it before. Every time you show up with Morgan, I will take action.”

He was simply crazy.

Josie took a deep breath, inhaling the sandalwood scent from him. It was a fragrance meant to soothe, yet at that moment, it left her mind in a haze.

Looking at the rosary beads on his wrist, she said, “When you get married, throw these rosary beads away. They’re mine, and I won’t give them to someone like you.”

Dexter followed her gaze, not paying much attention. He bent his head and continued to kiss, the room filled with an ambiguous atmosphere.”

Josie’s vision blurred.

It seemed as if he asked something, but she didn’t catch it. Suddenly, she felt a sharp pain in her neck. He had bitten her. Josie snapped back to reality, frowning. “What the f*ck!”

“I asking if you’ve slept with Morgan.” He was gripping her neck, his eyes slightly narrowed. The desire to possess her filled his chest.

Josie suddenly understood. He probably noticed the lingering marks on Morgan’s neck.

She suddenly smiled. “Dexter, if I destroy your most cherished possession one day, will you kill me?”

Dexter’s face darkened a bit, and his tone intensified. “If you dare to sleep with him, I will kill you.”

Josie hadn’t answered him, yet that was actually also a kind of response. At that moment, he was mostly feeling disheartened.

“You better not have,” he said in a deep voice.

The sound of knocking from behind the door was close. “Mr. Russell, Mr. Olsen is urging you.”

Dexter remained silent, his expression unchanged as he locked eyes with Josie.

She glanced stubbornly to the side.

Since there was no response, the person outside the door knocked twice more. “Mr. Russell, are you there?”

Dexter withdrew his hand, freeing Josie, who took a deep breath of fresh air.

She watched his upright figure, stepped forward, and suddenly embraced him from behind, speaking in a soft voice.

“Dexter, today is Liana’s birthday. It seems like you’ve never celebrated my birthday before.”

Suddenly, she lowered her stance. The tone of her voice pierced Dexter’s heart, causing him a pang of pain. He furrowed his brows. “There will be in the future.”

“That won’t be the same.”

“I will eventually celebrate with you,” he said, his tone casual. No one knew the determination behind his words.

The knocking on the door persisted. Josie turned around, unlocked the door, and said in a soft voice, “I don’t want it anymore.”

The worker outside the door was taken aback for a good while when he saw a woman coming out from inside.

Josie’s expression was stern. “Do you have a death wish?”

The staff was stumped. “I…”

Josie strode away, fastening the buttons of her gown as she went. As she turned the corner, she ran into Heather. It seemed as if she had been waiting for a long time.

Dressed in outfits of the same color, it wasn’t clear who had the upper hand.