Blind Date Turned Proposal

Chapter 354 Making up Stories

Josie remained confined to the main bedroom, constantly under surveillance. She felt more like she was being monitored than cared for.

Sitting up was a challenge. At times she would find herself gazing at the ceiling, overwhelmed by a long- forgotten fear. Lately, her nights of sleep were haunted by visions of Dexter and Summer embracing in that abandoned factory.

Anderson prepared her oral medication, crushing it and mixing it with water. He asked curiously, “You’ve been so quiet. Why don’t you talk to me? Do you still have feelings for Dexter?”

Josie glanced at him, and Anderson pulled a piece of candy from his pocket, trying to tempt her.

Looking at the unfamiliar face before her, Josie was intrigued to make fun of him, “You may find it hard to believe, but I’m his ex-wife.”

Anderson was taken aback, “Ex-wife?”

Josie sighed frustratedly, recounting her fabricated past, “I met him when I was just sixteen, and he was a nobody. I married him despite all the difficulties we faced. But as soon as he became wealthy, everything changed. He cheated on me with another woman, and she had a terrible postpartum hemorrhage. And guess what? He had the audacity to ask me to donate blood to her…”

normal circumstances, he would have dismissed such a story as unbelievable. Dexter didn’t fit the mold of

and the mix of determination and anguish on her face lent her words an

your wound. It’s all in the past now…”

asked, “Anderson, have you

him?”

I don’t know much about

desperately, her voice filled with urgency, “Please, you have to listen to me. He’s not a good person. I beg you, let me go. I’ve finally managed to escape his control and never want to

caught off guard by the intensity of Josie’s plea. His initial curiosity had been mere gossip, but now he

dropped at the revelation that Dexter had been married before. He couldn’t wrap his head around the fact that there was a whole strange and unexpected backstory behind Dexter’s calm and

her voice filled with desperation. “Imagine yourself in my position. Could you bear such

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he felt powerless. Tm sorry, but I cannot release you without Mr. Russell’s

not to say another word. She closed her eyes

upstairs in the room, the man sitting in the main chair heard every word Josie spoke through the monitor. He observed her transformation from a sad expression to impatience while lying in