Stevie continued to bark in the backyard. This clearly indicated that soone had climbed over the wall and entered the compound.
Stevie was a very perceptive dog. It could detect movents that many people may not have noticed.
Dexter had sold his shares in the Black Group to Crowdstar Group. This ant that Crowdstar Group had the right to suddenly intervene in matters involving the Black Group.
The senior managent of Crowdstar Group had begun to take over the Black Group. This would have undoubtedly angered the Blacks, especially Martin.
I pushed open the bedroom door in a panic and my pounding heart finally settled.
I breathed heavily while leaning against the door fra. Since I had been panicking, my breathing was rapid and my heart was beating wildly in my chest.
At that mont, regardless of the mories of my past, I had to admit that I was worried about Dexter.
I was truly worried about him.
"Sophia..." Dexter seed to have drunk a lot. He was curled up at the foot of the bed and holding his legs. He looked bewildered when he saw .
I breathed a sigh of relief. Then, I looked down at the intruder lying on the ground and walked over to Dexter cautiously.
"Did you get hurt?" I asked softly as I bent down to face Dexter.
There were so bloodstains on his pale face. It made him look enchanting and ethereal.
I instinctively reached out to wipe the blood from his face, but he grabbed my hand with a burning gaze.
His gaze was hot and intense. It looked as if he wanted to burn with his eyes. "Sophia, it’s not my blood."
My back tensed up at that. I felt like I was getting devoured by Dexter’s eyes.
Just when I thought he was going to kiss in such an inappropriate situation, he suddenly raised his head and hugged tightly. Then, he said drunkenly, "Sophia, what happened? I’m so scared. My head is spinning..."
I slled alcohol on him and sighed in exasperation. "Mr. Bart, help sort this out. Get this person to the police."
Ewan smiled, as if he was relieved.
I guessed that he was probably going to say sothing about how I had rushed to check on Dexter first this ti. I didn’t ignore him and check on the person Dexter had attacked to make sure they weren’t dead like last ti.
Perhaps Dexter was looking at so intensely earlier because he realized that I finally cared about his well-being first this ti.
What an idiot.
"Take him to the police station."
Ewan felt the intruder’s neck for a pulse. It turned out that the man had only been knocked unconscious by Dexter. He wasn’t dead.
Ewan and I both breathed out a sigh of relief.
Dexter was lying on top of in a drunken stupor. I wasn’t sure if he was really drunk or pretending to be.
He was covered in the intruder’s blood. He was filthy, and his hair was all ssy. However, his features still looked as good as ever.
"Sophia..." Dexter kept calling out my na repeatedly. Perhaps he really was drunk.
"Wifey... Sophia..." he whined, as if he was trying to get my attention. He held onto and refused to let go.
I sighed. Dexter was no longer pretending to be clueless. He was pretending to be drunk instead.
It didn’t matter if he was faking it or not, but I had to run him a bath.
"Get up. You have to take a bath now. You’re filthy," I said disdainfully as I tugged him toward the bathroom.
Dexter followed obediently. He raised his hands above his head once we entered the bathroom.
He wanted to take off his shirt for him.
I tiptoed and barely managed to pull his shirt over his head. At that mont, our eyes locked and my heart skipped a beat.
My breath was caught, and following that, Dexter used the shirt that was wrapped around his arms to trap in his embrace. He then kissed with lust filling his eyes.
There was no way I could refuse his advances.
He was too ethereal to refuse.
If people could transform into magical beings, I was certain that Dexter would turn into a siren.
"My pants..." Dexter said.
He had kissed until I had run out of air, yet he still had the audacity to ask to take off his pants for him.
I wanted to escape. My heart was beating fast, and my cheeks felt a bit flushed. However, I couldn’t get away from Dexter’s embrace. He had trapped with his shirt.
"Sophia, you’re blushing," Dexter said softly, as if he had just discovered sothing wonderful. "Sophia, you should feel your pulse now."
I stared at him blankly and asked, "Why should I?"
"You once told that if you liked soone, your sympathetic nervous system would get excited. This ans that there’ll be an increase in hormone secretion, followed by the transmission of dopamine and the acceleration of the heartbeat."
"If your heart rate now is higher than your resting heart rate while we’re kissing, it ans you like ," Dexter explained earnestly.
I paused upon hearing that. I couldn’t believe how childish I was in the past. I had apparently co up with formulas to determine whether I liked soone or not.
I coughed and said, "You talk too much," Then, I lowered my head to untie the drawstring on his sweatpants.
Suddenly, I recalled sothing and narrowed my eyes. "Take off your pants and get into the bathtub yourself. You’re drunk, not handicapped!"
Dexter started to act aggrieved and pretended to feel dizzy. "But Sophia... I feel so horrible. The alcohol is making my body burn up. It feels like I’m... in a rut."
I gritted my teeth. "I have scissors right here. Should I neuter you to help you out?"
Dexter imdiately straightened up and took off his clothes obediently. He did not treat like a stranger at all. After stripping, he got into the bathtub by himself.
I rubbed my temples and complained inwardly about how shaless Dexter was.
But to be fair, we were technically legally married.
"Sophia, my hand hurts," Dexter said while showing his palm. Only then did I notice the wounds there.
"Why didn’t you say so earlier?" I hurried to get the first aid kit as I cursed and worried over him.
Dexter lay dejectedly at the edge of the bathtub. He watched treat his wounds with a dazed and unfocused gaze. I figured it was because he was a little drunk from all the drinking.
The steam from the bathtub began to fill the bathroom. With Dexter lying in it like that, he looked like he had just stepped out of a fairy tale. He was just so beautiful.
"Sophia..." Dexter whispered my na and fluttered his eyelashes.
He was just too irresistible.
"Sophia..." he called out again. He seed genuinely uncomfortable at the mont as he lay in the bathtub.
I was dood. The bathroom was too big, and the sa could be said about the bathtub. I felt like Dexter was slowly transforming into a seductive sea siren.
"What?" I asked, watching him warily.
"Sophia, it feels uncomfortable," Dexter said, still resting his hands on the edge of the bathtub. "My hands can’t get wet, so can you help ..."
I felt like he was taking advantage of the situation, so I got up to leave.
"Sophia," he called out pitifully again.
But I didn’t indulge him this ti.
"Sophia, you definitely fancy . You shouldn’t believe Damien. He’s nothing but a shaless bastard," Dexter said softly, not forgetting to curse Damien out a little bit at the end.
I chuckled and looked at him. "You’re not exactly an innocent lamb either."
"Sophia, we’re legally married. Everything I have is yours. From my face to my body, everything is yours. I don’t even need to have any ownership of myself. You can have all of if you want," Dexter said seriously.
I suddenly had the strong impulse to destroy the whole world.
I quickly slamd the door shut. After taking a few deep breaths of fresh air outside, only then did my heart rate slow down.
I was probably flustered because of the heat in the bathroom. Yes, that was probably it.
Dexter continued to take his bath in the bathroom. However, I was worried that he really was drunk and would drown himself accidentally, so I opened the bathroom door and lay on the bed. I found an angle where I could see Dexter with just a glance. I could prevent him from drowning himself this way.
It was clear that Dexter felt aggrieved. He splashed around in the bathtub for a bit and seed to consider soaking his hands in the water for a mont.
"If you get your hands wet, I’ll break them," I said in a low voice.
Dexter excitedly lifted his head out of the water and obediently placed his hands that were still raised back on the edge of the bathtub.
After he had confird that I was still watching him, he started to play up his own antics. He looked like a peacock with its feathers spread. He grabbed one thing after another and couldn’t seem to stay still.
I was exasperated. Seeing that Dexter didn’t seem too drunk, I decided to ignore him and took out my phone to read my parents’ diary.
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