Blind Date Turned Proposal

Chapter 253

Chapter 253 Didn’t You Say You’re Hungry?

Josie found herself enveloped in his arms, her head resting against his impeccably chiseled jawline. His warm breath encircled her, offering comfort in this foreign place.

Dexter’s embrace radiated a sense of authority, as if silently assuring her he would be her protector. She need not worry about anything.

The pantry was stocked with an array of food. Josie nibbled on her lip as she contemplated her options.

“How about Bolognese meatballs?” As she was tiptoeing to fetch something from the shelves, she proposed while setting a can of Bolognese sauce on the pristine white marble countertop.

Dexter grabbed a few more ingredients, ran them under the water, and mischievously tapped her bosom. “Alright, you can go now. I’ll be finished soon.”

Uh, this guy…

Josie glared at him, her cheeks flushed with annoyance and abashment.

He winked and teased. “Wait for me.”

Amused by his cheeky response, Josie muttered, “Rascal!”

the kitchen and noticed the papers

“Mhm.”

She asked, “Mind if I take

just an ordinary resume, with Wyatt’s ID photo attached. The Russell family certainly had good genes; they managed to look good even in the typically awkward ID photos. Josie placed it back on the table as there wasn’t much informative content in the resume.

she turned around and saw Dexter cuttin at

man stood in the

Although it was a rare occurrence, he had cooked for her

estate… If his family or servants discovered that the young master was

with conflicted emotions, and she approached him, skillfully cracking an egg into

her a taste of the bolognese sauce, asking. “Want to lend a hand?”

casually digressed, “What

“Perhaps not. Our family is quite traditional. He had minimal interaction with the outside

dawned on Josie that Wyatt had been sheltered in an ivory tower, utterly oblivious to the outside

couldn’t fathom how the Russell family could be so strict and rigid with their sons. Unable to contain her impression, she blurted out, “Gosh. How backward and primitive the

lightly tapping her delicate

lips,

and her lips… Josie was unaware of the intense and desperate flicker in the man’s eyes. She was distracted by the pot of Bolognese sauce left on the countertop.

swiftly seized against her back while Dexter’s lips descended upon

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