Blind Date Turned Proposal

Chapter 254 Her Tearful Eyes

Josie couldn’t believe his audacity…

She never expected Dexter to be so audacious and shameless. With no choice, she reluctantly allowed him to have his way. And that was her second blunder. By the time they finally untangled, dusk was upon

them.

Exhausted, Josie let him assist in cleaning up and getting dressed. Finally, she nestled into his arms, feeling drowsy and no longer concerned about her hunger, “I want some water.”

Then, a glass of cool water was brought to her lips in no time, quenching her dry throat and providing much-needed relief.

She heard the spirited man ask in a low voice, “Are you still hungry?”

In her groggy state, Josie weakly declined, “No, let me rest for a while, okay?”

home after you’ve had some rest.” Dexter chuckled, satisfied with her response. In a better mood, he carried her back to bed. Both of them were weary from the day’s events, so

blanket. Dexter frowned. After a while, she began to feel cold and

Josie drifted into a deep slumber.

her series of actions, his furrowed brows finally relaxed. He tenderly studied her rosy cheeks and long lashes in the soft glow of the bedside lamp. The more he looked, the stronger the fluttering in

chest.

felt a sense of

he had lived before. He and Josie had crossed paths in the past. In the year he had just taken over Russell

throwing a celebration for him. However, they all got drunk, and Dexter had to arrange transport for them and

the car and lit a cigarette, gazing at the stars. It was the first time in his life that he felt a sense

grandfather had always steered him towards his future path but never once asked if there was anything he

was a night unlike any other when he found himself grappling with uncertainty and questioning

stood at a telephone booth, making a call. She was in tears, trying

the mundane challenges of everyday life, similar to the struggles that weighed on every individual, seemingly insurmountable at

tear-stained face and the fallen receiver on the ground revealed the depth of her sorrow. She made a valiant effort to compose herself, attempting to pick up the receiver but struggling to rise

even if it was just a few comforting words. The sight