All Chapters of Love and Devotion: No Longer His to Claim: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Angela fell silent. She'd thought he said he wouldn't be angry, yet here he was, doing just that.She fought back the anger rising in her chest and said coldly, "If there's nothing else, I'll leave." She grabbed her laptop, ready to leave the space that still carried his presence."Change the bandages!" Dexter snapped.At that moment, the maid carefully approached, holding a tray with his medication."I have a strong grip. I'm afraid it'll hurt you," Angela said."Just hurry up," Dexter replied. He unbuttoned his shirt, revealing a plain white undershirt, his muscular arms, and a glimpse of his chest and abs.Angela's gaze lingered for a moment, and she found herself unable to look away.However, his injury was severe. This was the first time she had seen a wound so deep.As she removed the bandages, her hands trembled. Cleaning the blood around the wound was even harder with her shaking hands. Her hands wouldn't stop trembling as she applied the medicine, causing some of i

Angela slowly took out the meal she had brought, following the meal plan provided by Dexter's nutritionist. It consisted of a quinoa salad with roasted vegetables, grilled chicken breast with a light vinaigrette, steamed asparagus, and fresh tomato soup."Spoon and fork," Dexter said, extending his hand as if it were expected.Angela glanced at him, realizing he was seriously about to eat her food. She couldn't hold back anymore. "The food is cold. How about you heat it up before eating?"Dexter paused, staring at her. "Don't you have a brain? Why didn't you heat it up at the cafeteria before bringing it over?" His mood seemed to have soured, and his voice was sharper than usual.In the past, Angela would have immediately apologized and tried to smooth things over. But today, she slammed her spoon down onto the table, making a loud sound."Do I not have a brain? What about you?" she snapped, her frustration boiling over. "If you've got someone else bringing you food, why do you

Angela was left speechless. She couldn't care less about these material things. If Dexter wanted to show off his money, that was his business. "There aren't that many options, but if any of you like something, feel free to take it," she said casually, leaning back into her chair and pulling out her tablet to check on her work.The room fell silent. Everyone looked at Angela in disbelief, unsure if they had misheard her. "Angela, what did you just say?" Clara was the first to react, staring at Angela in shock."You heard me the first time." Angela shrugged. With that, she turned her chair around and leaned back as if settling in to watch the drama unfold. The next second, the women erupted into chaos. "That's mine! I want that dress!""That one's the latest design! I want it!""I want the white one! It's mine!"In mere seconds, all 12 dresses were snatched up. "If only there were some for guys…" Alan commented with a sigh. George, who had just been aggressively pushe

To Angela's surprise, it was Erica who had arrived."What are you doing here?" Angela asked coldly. She maintained her grip on both sides of the door—she had no intention of letting someone she disliked into her house. Erica was also a bit surprised to see Angela. She'd thought Angela wouldn't be back until later."I'm here to deliver some documents to Mr. Bamford," Erica replied, trying to keep her irritation in check. She added in a low voice, "I see you've gotten better at your game, Ms. Graham. You've managed to get Mr. Bamford to come here—impressive."Her words were laced with mockery. Angela didn't feel the need to explain herself. Instead, she reached out for the documents. Erica immediately stopped her. "These are confidential files from Bamford Co. You're just an outsider. How dare you try to take them?" She deliberately stressed the word "outsider".Angela rolled her eyes inwardly. She couldn't care less about what Erica said.Just then, Erica pushed the door

"Mr. Bamford, about that event you mentioned…" "Don't even think about it!" Dexter stood up abruptly, ready to storm out, leaving Angela staring at his retreating figure. He was furious. Initially, he thought that Angela would feel angry or disappointed because he had comforted Elena. However, to his surprise, Angela was only focused on the benefits he could bring to her. Did she really think of DawnStar Design to be that important? What a joke! He'd rather invite any no-name design company to the event before allowing anyone from DawnStar to set foot into Bamford Co.!Angela's smile faded, and her expression darkened instantly. "Just so that you know, you're staying at my place for free, living off of me, and even letting others come in here to stir up trouble—and I haven't said a word about it," Angela retorted.Dexter stopped in his tracks and sneered coldly. "Then enlighten me. How much is that so-called antique crystal vase of yours actually worth?""Ten thousan