Love and Devotion No Longer His to Claim (Angela and Dexter) novel Chapter 408

Dexter was so excited he couldn't sleep all night. He finally gave up trying and decided to wake Fiona up just so he could share his earth-shattering news.

Fiona had barely slept for an hour after burning the midnight oil for work.

When the knock on her door jolted her awake, her first instinct was to hurl a pillow at the culprit, but then she thought that maybe Angela needed help with something.

She quickly got up and opened the door, only to find Dexter standing there with an oddly excited expression as if he wanted to say something but was holding back.

"What?" Fiona's voice came out hoarse. She'd pushed her voice too hard after days of lectures. Angela had even given her some medicine for it, but she hadn't gotten around to taking it.

Dexter walked in without hesitation and announced, "I have a girlfriend now."

Clearing his throat, he put on a composed front, concealing his excitement behind an air of nonchalance. He barely pulled it off.

Fiona frowned in surprise. Girlfriend? Since when did he have a girlfriend?

"Who is she?" she asked, feeling inexplicably irritated.

If this disappointing son of hers really had a girlfriend, what would that mean for her? Would she still be able to stay here?

She and Angela had gotten so close—closer than best friends, almost like mother and daughter. She wasn't ready to give that up.

She quickly straightened up and shot him a warning glare. "I'm telling you now—whoever your girlfriend is, that's your business and has nothing to do with me.

"Consider me no longer your mother from this moment on. Your relationships are entirely your choice. When you decide to get married, just send me an invitation—"

"It's Angela," Dexter interrupted.

Fiona stared blankly at his retreating figure, then touched her own forehead. She wasn't running a fever either.

After a long silence, she decided she should just talk to Angela.

That night, no one got a good night's sleep.

The next morning, both Angela and Fiona slept in late. By the time they finally dragged themselves into the living room, a certain man was already sitting there, waiting patiently.

Nearby, a maid was helping Mia take care of Leo.

The dining table was overflowing with a luxurious breakfast spread. Even Angela, who usually had a poor appetite in the morning, was drawn in by the tempting aroma of food.

"Wow, did Darlene sign up for new cooking classes recently or something?" Angela couldn't help but exclaim.