Chapter 73: Lover's quarrel and Sage counsel!

"Seems like you can't get enough of me. I mean, I know I'm hot and damn good in bed," Dexter remarks with an arrogant smile, his voice dripping with conceit.

It seemed that narcissism was a common trait among Blaze and his acquaintances. Astrid couldn't help but label him a man whore in her mind.

Rolling her eyes at his self-assured demeanor, Astrid retorts, "Oh, absolutely. You've had numerous women to train with. I've heard you're practically a Casanova."

Taken aback by her words, Dexter choked on his own spit, momentarily thrown off balance. "Who told you that?" he asks, feigning innocence as he shifted uncomfortably in his seat.

Gently lifting her off his lap, he made a quick retreat to the fridge, hoping to regain his composure with a glass of water.

"It was my sister," Astrid replies, "She seems to be well-acquainted with all your Casanova escapades. You've certainly made a name for yourself."

Dexter's grip tightened around the glass as he poured himself some water, his facade