Chapter 860 Flying Into A Rage
Chapter 860 Flying Into A Rage
She was ready to leave, but Zachariah stopped her again. “Fine, I’ll leave.”
Surprise inundated her. She only turned around after the door closed, albeit still unable to reel in from the shock.
Zachariah’s lounge door was left ajar. A dark silhouette stood there, gazing at her dearly and listlessly as if just woken up from sleep.
Dexter compressed his thin lips tightly. He was radiating a gloomy aura from head to toe, and his gaze was icy cold, and his mere appearance could send chills down anyone’s spine.
Unexpectedly running into him, Josie felt a pang of uneasiness, and instinctively, she took several steps back. “What are you doing here?”
He walked back into the lounge and uttered, “Come in
Josie did not want to follow. Alas, she pulled the door handle and found that Zachariah had locked it.
She felt her scalp prickle with unease. Without a choice, she could only do as told.
The moment she stepped near the man, she felt an oppressive pressure enveloping her.
“Have you been here all along?” Josie stood a few inches away from him, her eyes fixed on the unfinished wine on the table.
Before there was a response, she felt herself being swept off the ground. She was picked up on her waist and forcefully pinned on the man’s lap, her eyes lifting to meet his.
Josie dodged on reflex, seemingly feeling somewhat uncomfortable. “You can do it even in someone else’s lounge? You aren’t picky at all, huh?”
Dexter’s lips remained pursed. His hand, which was grabbing onto her slender waist, gradually slid upward to her lips. He delicately traced it and broke into a cold laugh. “This mouth of yours is pretty impressive.”
Josie vaguely felt something off with him today, almost as if he was on the verge of flying into a rage.
The man applied even more force, but she tilted her head to dodge him. “What’s gotten into you? I haven’t even seen you recently.”
She could not quite wrap her head around why Dexter was making a fuss.
The smile on the man’s lips, however, grew even colder. “You didn’t see me, but you did see other men.”
As soon as those words fell, Josie felt a bolt of fury coursing through her entire body, and she grabbed his hand wrist to stop his actions. “We’re already divorced, I don’t need your permission to meet anyone.” Material © of NôvelDrama.Org.
“Morgan loves you very much,” Dexter concluded. Her strength was no match for his. He wrapped his hand around her neck, strangling her while kissing her. Do you want to get back together with him?”
As he spoke, he suddenly parted his lips and bit her, seemingly venting his frustration.
Wincing in pain, Josie tried to push him away. However, he deepened the kiss and sucked the droplets of blood. A metallic taste of fresh blood permeated their mouths.
She was personally trained by him. At this point, she felt her whole body turn weak, and her mind went blank for a few seconds. The atmosphere in the room gradually heated up and grew slightly tensed. “Dexter-”
“Didn’t I make it clear? If you want to be with him, I’ll ensure he’ll get an extra child.”
Dexter’s voice was deep and magnetic, yet it carried a trace of deadly intent.
Josie felt a chill run through her body. She knew well that he was not joking.
Dexter’s hand continued wandering further down to prove his words.
Josie snapped back to reality and blocked his hand. “No, not today.”
Having met an obstacle, he retracted his hand. Nonetheless, he had no intention of letting her off. Staring at her bright red lips, he said, “Another way, then.”
Josie was rendered speechless. Sending him to death was all she could think of at that moment.
Her body began trembling involuntarily, “I don’t want to!”
Dexter’s sexual urge spiked, and he tightened his grip on her neck. “I thought you love putting on a show that I like? Why don’t you want to do it now?”
He heard that conversation earlier, huh?
Dexter suddenly loosened his grip. Josie fell onto the soft carpet, looking utterly pathetic.
As he sat on the sofa, his posture was akin to a proud and cold-blooded lion, as if he was observing a mere plaything.
“Have you forgotten what I taught you?”