Love and Devotion No Longer His to Claim (Angela and Dexter)

That kind of personality, combined with Austin's good looks and talent, made countless women flock to him. Yet, no one had ever seen him get
particularly close to anyone. Even with Angela, he'd always been distant, rarely showing any warmth.
Because of this, Angela had always felt a little intimidated around him and had never dared to get too close. But today, he'd taken the initiative to add
her.
She wondered if she should send him a message. Since he'd already made the first move, she figured she should at least show some sincerity in
return.
Suddenly, someone knocked on her door. Angela was shocked, then let out a sigh. The only person who'd come at this hour was Dexter.
She wondered why he always appeared in the middle of the night instead of just going to bed like a normal person.
Feeling helpless, she opened the door, ready to confront him. However, she found Dexter standing there with a thermometer in his mouth, looking
sick and pitiful.
"I'm having a fever," he said hoarsely, his voice carrying a hint of vulnerability.

Angela reached out to touch his forehead. Sure enough, he was burning up. "Come in and sit down. I'll get you some medicine."
Honestly, she was being kind enough. He'd driven off earlier, leaving her no choice but to take a cab home. And now he was sick. Clearly, karma was
catching up with him.
Dexter lay on the couch, unusually well-behaved, with one hand resting on his stomach and the other on his forehead. In the dim light, he looked like
a sketch brought to life.
Angela brought him the medicine and poured a glass of water. After mixing the powder into the drink, she passed the glass to him. "Here, drink this."
Dexter stayed silent, obediently drinking the medicine. Then, without a word, he got up and flopped onto her bed, his long legs hanging off the edge.
He looked both weak and completely at ease.
Angela was slightly stunned. "This is my bed. Go back to your own room to sleep!"
He didn't respond, lying still as if he'd already fallen asleep. With a sigh of resignation, Angela gave up. She grabbed a blanket and settled on the
couch for the night.
Maybe it Dexter's presence in the room, but the atmosphere felt different. The moment her head hit the pillow, she started dozing off, smoothly and
effortlessly.

Love and Devotion No Longer His to Claim (Angela and Dexter)
Chapter 417

When Love Becomes a Thing of the Past (Zoey)
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In the dark, Dexter quietly sat up and watched her sleep, remaining silent for a long time. Then, he slipped off his shoes and quietly walked over,
settling down beside the couch. He gazed at her peaceful, serene face as she slept.
It had been a long time since they'd shared a moment of such quiet closeness. Perhaps only at times like this would she set aside her defenses and
allow herself to sleep soundly in his presence.
He could sense that she still couldn't fully open her heart to him. An invisible barrier seemed to separate them, holding them apart forcibly.
No matter how physically close they were, their hearts remained worlds away. He found it unbearable.
He'd previously dismissed the concept of deep, passionate love, believing it to be nothing more than the product of hormonal reactions. The so-called
"true love" was just a businessman's scheme to exploit people financially. Nothing more.
But he'd now become just another ordinary person among the masses. He'd fallen in love. She'd once loved him too, but they were out of sync. That
was his greatest torment.
Yet, it didn't matter. At least, for now, he was still the one by her side. Besides, he was patient enough. He could wait for the day when she'd accept
him wholeheartedly.
Just then, Angela's phone screen lit up.
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