Chapter 63

He paused for a moment, didn't continue debating love philosophies. Instead, he just grinned and flicked on some music in the car. "Listen to this one, feels like it was made for your current drama," he teased, tossing a glance at Bellamy. Bellamy lowered her eyes, listening in to figure out what he was playing. She heard the lyrics for the first time, and by the time it got to "Breaking up is another kind of understanding, my last bit of love is letting go," she gave a helpless little laugh and reached out to shut the music off. "This is so cringe, seriously." Dexter looked offended. "I think it fits perfectly." And the way he argued-so casual, so shameless-it was like watching some mischievous rich kid. Honestly annoying, yet somehow kinda funny too. Bellamy took a longer look at him. This guy totally gave off spoiled heir vibes, and it felt impossible picturing him as that top-tier music producer everyone kept talking about. Curious, she asked, "I heard some gossip today. People say