The pair entered the room one after another, ensuring no one saw them.
Dexter stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, his shirt already removed. A deep laceration ran
across his broad shoulders, oozing blood and looking incredibly gnarly.
A doctor soon entered and thoroughly examined the man’s wound, his expression somewhat grim, “Mr.
Russell, have you been injured in this same spot before?”
Josie gazed calmly at Dexter, only to hear him give a hum of acknowledgment.
“This might be rather serious. I’ll give you some basic treatment now, but you’ll still need to get to the
hospital for an X-ray as soon as possible.”
Alas, Dexter didn’t give a direct answer to that. “Let’s apply the medicine first,” he replied.
As the doctor pulled out a bunch of medicine, Josie couldn’t wait any longer and piped up. “I’ll take over
from here. You can leave the room.”
Even though the doctor hesitated, he finally nodded and left after seeing Dexter’s expression change.
Just like that, two people remained in the vast hotel room. Josie walked behind Dexter and gently
applied the medicine to his wounds, her movements delicate yet precise.
“Those were Mr. Dalton’s men. He has set his sights on me and might cause trouble for you, too,” she
hastily explained.
With his bare chest exposed and reflected in the mirror, Dexter looked exceptionally sexy as he stared
at the woman tending to his wounds. “Why would he find trouble with me? We’re already divorced.”
Upon being reminded of their situation. Josie felt her hand tremble and accidentally spilled the
medicine, causing Dexter to furrow his brows.
“You saved me, so of course, he’d go after you,” Josie said with a slight smile. “He might even think
you still have lingering feelings for me.”
Since Dexter wasn’t in the best mood, it was no surprise that he didn’t like the joke.
Knowing that, Josie promptly withdrew her smile, a hint of mockery in her gaze.
“Did those people say anything when they came?” Dexter asked.
By then, Josie had finished applying the medicine and began to bandage him. “They said that after I
left, Mr. Dalton spent plenty of time and effort looking for me. He probably vented his frustration on
Arnold, which nearly cost Arnold his life,” she answered, realizing that was the only helpful thing she
could say.
Dexter froze upon hearing the name and closed his eyes. “The person in the photo is Arnold.”
It’s time to lay the cards out on the table.
Josic, too, no longer wanted to deny it. “When I saw him that day, he was undoubtedly covered in
wounds. There was no way he could’ve done what he was accused of.”
Dexter slowly opened his eyes. “Who took the photo?”
“I don’t know…” Josie blurted out. Looks like we’re back to the first question, huh?
“Mr. Dalton…” Dexter muttered as he fell into deep thought. “If Arnold had let you go, why didn’t Mr.
Dalton beat him to death?”
For a moment, Josie was taken aback. “Their relationship is complex. Arnold was probably kept alive
because he could still be useful.”
“Arnold was taken in by Mr. Dalton in his hour of need, only to repay the latter with a deadly betrayal. If
1 were Mr. Dalton, I wouldn’t let him walk away alive,” Dexter reasoned as he met the woman’s gaze
through the mirror.
His words were sharp like a knife, and Josie could feel chills running down her spine.
“Why is he still keeping Arnold around and using him, then?” she asked while finishing up with the
bandages. “You suspect Mr. Dalton, but this doesn’t benefit him in any way.”
Dexter quickly put on a clean shirt, though he left it unbuttoned. “The absence of any benefits is what
makes this so suspicious. Who would be the biggest victim if something bad happened to you?”
Josie knitted her brows. “Apart from me… It’d be you.”
Oh no… Dexter’s their target!”
It was common knowledge that Dexter treated his wife exceptionally well, so it stood to reason that she
was his soft spot and greatest weakness.
Hence, the plan was to hit where it’d hurt the most.
A chilling intensity surged in Dexter’s eyes as he suddenly asked, “Arnold has tried barging through a
checkpoint with you, hasn’t he?”
Of course, Josie knew the man was referring to the incident at the intersection on Rivodia’s
expressway. “Yes… It didn’t work, though.”
To her bewilderment, Dexter merely chuckled. “This relationship has truly shown what it means to be
together in life and death.”
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