Blind Date Turned Proposal

Chapter 447 Thorns

Josie felt her heart swell at his words, but she couldn’t help but find fault with him. “Are you saying that I look ugly with this scar?”

Dexter froze, his eyes narrowing as he looked at her. “If you don’t want to suffer more pain, stop saying nonsense,” he warned, his voice cold and threatening.

Josie had no intention of stopping there. “Liana never had a scar before, right? Why are you going to such an extent for me?” she asked, her eyes challenging him.

Dexter kept silent, his jaw clenched. He was not going to give her the satisfaction of answering her question. Josie felt bored talking to herself.

She could feel the needle pricking her skin and bit her lip to keep herself from crying out in pain. She looked down at the bedsheets and noticed her hands were clenching the fabric tightly.

“Let go,” Dexter said, his voice sharp.

Her fingers were red, almost bruising from holding on too tightly.

“It hurts!” Josie cried out, her voice filled with pain.

Dexter threw a sponge at her. “Hold this,” he demanded.

She did not expect Dexter to show consideration for her situation, and she was surprised by his sudden act of kindness.

“Why do you know how to tattoo?” she inquired.

a few years

and frustration began to manifest as she couldn’t see what he was tattooing on her. “I want a nice tattoo,” she started mumbling, her voice increasingly agitated. “Do you even know how to draw? Are you good

questioning, his

as pale as porcelain. The blood seeped out as soon as the needle touched her skin, leaving a satisfactory visual contrast between the deep red blood

Adam’s apple bobbed up and down as he swallowed hard. He wanted to torment and make her tears fall

heard that a tattoo had to be something meaningful so

do you want me to remember this scar forever?”

her. Her face was all scrunched up from

over his thoughts briefly, he said, “I didn’t marry

unsure of how

did get the two of you mixed up at the start. It had already been twenty years since I last saw Leanne. No matter how close we were when we were young, I wouldn’t let that friendship affect my

a warm

continued to work

to you, I feel every other

believe me?” his eyes met hers

chest as she stared at the face

were sharp and chiseled as if they had been carved from stone. His dark, profound eyes gazed straight into

whimper in pain from the piercing of

so close she could see the peach fuzz on

moment, she