Dexie’s complexion paled. She was afraid to tell them everything she wanted to say. She could only look directly at Paloma.
How should she explain this?
Should she file a police report?
Her only fear was that her biased father would assume that she had intentionally disrespected her own body. She feared a few tears and some words from Paloma would be enough to convince her father otherwise.
Dario’s complexion turned even more unpleasant in response to Dexie’s silence. Paloma, who had been on her deathbed a few moments ago, struggled to sit up and stood up. She ignored Jocelyn’s gestures to lie back down and stood in front of Dexie. “Dad, you, you... cough, cough... You shouldn’t hit Dexie. She wasn’t messing around.”
“Definitely not... not... playing with a man,” she mumbled with fear and trepidation.
Dexie was speechless.
Paloma’s performance was certainly top-no
If there was anyone who still cared about her, it was Jocelyn, the maternal figure who had raised her. But based on her reaction, Dexie concluded that, despite Jocelyn rearing her, she was nothing compared to the daughter Jocelyn had given birth to. She merely presented Jocelyn with a dilemma. "If that's the case, Dexie, I've got a job interview. You can follow it. Once done, I will help you with your job hunt. I am confident that many organizations will want to hire you based only on your abilities. Previously, you had to appear foolish to accommodate Paloma. You've really suffered," Jessebelle replied. As she spoke, she assisted Dexie in cleaning up. They covered up all her injuries and scars before leaving. A crowd of young women filled the reception area outside the CEO's office on the top floor of the Huxley Conglomerate Towers, each of whom was a job candidate. "Dexie, if they call me by name later, please help me. I can't hold it any longer," Jessebelle squeezed her abdomen
She was lovely and neat, dressed in a modest outfit. While she wasn't a dazzling beauty, she exuded very comforting vibes.She bore a striking resemblance to the girl from the previous night. The room was too dark, and he could only discern a vague silhouette.After the encounter, she quickly disappeared.Shaking his head to dispel these thoughts and curb his imagination, he refocused on the monitor screen.Dexie sat beside the boy on the floor, recalling what Jessebelle had mentioned. The CEO of Huxley Group was seeking an experienced caregiver for his five-year-old son, offering a monthly salary of fifteen thousand dollars. The child had severe autism, making it challenging for him to connect with others. Luke, the CEO, was too busy to care for the child alone, which might explain the children's playroom next to his office.Despite his busy schedule, the man devoted considerable attention and care to the child, a fact not immediately clear from his appearance.Unconsciously, the ima
Dexie took the brick away from the boy and then casually removed the instruction manual from his hand, placing it between them. The boy frowned but didn’t resist. Dexie was delighted with this development and smiled as she said, “Let’s play together.”The boy, momentarily paralyzed, then nodded in agreement.Dexie had never studied child psychology, so she thought little about what the boy’s actions implied. She simply saw it as a normal reaction. The two then focused on assembling the structure.Before they knew it, the sky had darkened. The two, one older and one younger, remained in the room, putting the model together. Halfway through, they drank some water and ate some snacks that Dexie had taken from the room’s mini-fridge. Both were so absorbed that they lost track of time.Dexie exhaled a breath of relief as they successfully assembled the last component. She looked at the boy and chuckled, saying, “Wonderful! We finally finished assembling it.” She stretched her shoulders
“Paloma, I don't have time to listen to your nonsense," Dexie said firmly.When she realized the other end had gone silent, she frowned and continued speaking. Paloma's behavior was becoming increasingly ridiculous. The most urgent matter now was to open that door and escape as soon as possible."Stop acting. Just a moment ago, your wonderful friend Jessebelle called Oswin. Stop clinging to him, Dexie. Let me tell you, our parents have already decided on our engagement. We will be together soon. You don't stand a chance anymore," Paloma boasted over the phone.Dexie was frozen. They were getting engaged. Her father and mother were desperate. They were making decisions for her. Were they somehow depriving Dexie of free will or choice?It was true. The Hansley family needed funds to pay off their debt. Paloma, her older sister, was the only remaining candidate, and they needed to connect to the Blake family through marriage. However, would Oswin agree to that?When she remembered the
Dexie took a step back and swallowed a gulp of saliva. She smiled bitterly as she said, "I... Honestly, I have no intention of accepting this job. Honestly, I was just...""You were just planning to temporarily substitute for your friend, right?" Luke's expression darkened slightly as he looked at Dexie coldly.Dexie nodded. "Yes, I know nothing about child psychology or autism...""I don't like it when people reject my offers," Luke announced coldly."But why me? Mr. Huxley, you are probably someone who doesn't lack money. You wouldn't have trouble hiring someone specializing in childcare. I'm not doing this because I can't differentiate between right and wrong, or because I'm unwilling. It's just... I'm afraid I won't do well."Dexie, feeling helpless, explained her position to Luke. She didn't dare say too much either. After all, rumors said Luke was a ruthless and heartless person. She was just the adopted daughter of the insignificant Hansley family. She couldn't afford to offend
Luke noticed the change in Number One's expression and was puzzled when he asked with a slight frown on his face, "What do you mean?""Boss, if Miss Hansley were to feed Little Master his medication, everything would probably be fine, right?" Number One ventured to vocalize his thoughts."How is the investigation into last night's events going?" Luke Huxley changed the subject."It was the person from the old residence who drugged you," Number One replied while avoiding the crux of the question."What about that woman last night? Have you found out anything about her?" Luke Huxley asked coldly.Certainly, that girl was one of a kind for having the guts to break into his room."We can't find out anything. Boss, please give us some time. That was really an accident. We don't have many leads or clues," Number One responded.Last night, nothing was out of the ordinary in the mansion. The only strange thing was that an innumerable bodyguard suddenly resigned. He had already sent men to lo
As he looked through the screen just before, he simply assumed that LittleShrimp had accepted her. That the two could play together in silence was already shocking enough for him. He hadn't paid attention to the other details."Little Shrimp, put on your coat. Dad will take you somewhere!" Luke stood up and pulled Little Shrimp's hand to get him up."Mm?" Little Shrimp raised his head in confusion. Luke said nothing more. He bent down and lifted Little Shrimp. As they walked out, he covered him with a coat.At the door, the secretary and number one stepped forward to attend to them. "Boss, do you want to go home?""I'll take Little Shrimp somewhere. Anna Gray, please visit the Hansley family. I need your help with something." Luke Huxley continued walking towards the elevator as he gave orders.Paloma had been busy sorting out her affairs all afternoon, causing her complexion to considerably pale. As she prepared to enter the Hansley residence, her phone suddenly rang."Hello, Dr. Qu
Luke noticed the change in Number One’s expression and was puzzled. With a slight frown on his face, he asked, “What do you mean?”“Boss, if Miss Hansley were to give Little Master his medication, everything would probably be fine, right?” Number One voiced his thoughts.Luke changed the subject,“How is the investigation of last night’s events going?”“It was the person from the old residence who drugged you,” Number One replied, skirting the crucial question.“What about that woman last night? Have you found out anything about her?” Luke asked coldly.That girl was certainly bold to break into his room.“We can’t find out anything. Boss, please give us some time. It was really an accident. We don’t have many leads or clues,” Number One responded.Last night, nothing seemed out of the ordinary in the mansion. The only strange occurrence was an unexpected resignation from one bodyguard.He had already sent men to look for him, but the bodyguard seemed to have disappeared without a tra