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

started mumbling, her voice increasingly agitated. “Do you even know how to draw? Are you good at drawing? Are you sure you can do

anxious questioning, his focus

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

hard. He wanted to torment and make her tears fall as

tattoo had to be something meaningful so that

said. After a pause, she continued. “Dexter, do you want me to remember

at her. Her face was all scrunched up

briefly, he said, “I didn’t marry

at him, unsure of how she should

I last saw Leanne. No matter how close we were when

like a warm wave, banishing

work on the tattoo.

but to you, I feel every other emotion there is.”

me?” his eyes met hers warmly as he pleaded.

was hammering in her chest as she stared at the face

had been carved from stone. His dark, profound

the piercing of the needle,

close she could see the peach fuzz

that moment, she