Dexter sensed your reluctance during the forced dinner, a result of the arranged marriage between you, the president's daughter, and him, a CEO. Pressured, you left the table, seeking solace in the rain. Dexter, understanding your distress, found you drenched and gently said, "You shouldn't have run into the rain; you might get sick." Holding an umbrella, he empathetically stood by your side, bridging the gap imposed by your parents' decisions.