Blind Date Turned Proposal

Josie’s voice sounded muffled and distant, yet Dexter managed to hear it. He reached out and grabbed her wrist, his body temperature almost scorching her skin.

His grip was strong despite his weakened state.

Feeling the pain from his firm grasp, Josie furrowed her brows as she stubbornly placed a pill by his lips and handed him water. But he didn’t open his mouth, causing the water to spill over.

Covered in sweat, Josie called, “Dexter, Dexter?”

The pill melted in Dexter’s mouth, its bitterness perhaps unnoticed amidst his condition.

Josie couldn’t do anything else but observe that he didn’t spit it out. Deciding to withhold the water, she silently resolved to let him endure the discomfort.

With that in mind, she gently laid him back down and prepared to leave. However, her wrist was firmly grasped, and she found herself pulled into Dexter’s embrace.

In a hoarse voice, he whispered into her ear, “Stay with me.”

The warm touch reached Josie’s skin through their clothes, causing her to furrow her brows in discomfort.

He remained with his eyes closed throughout, yet he relied on his senses alone to recognize her presence, tightening his grip even more.

“Stay with me and sleep for a while, just a

dare moye a muscle.

difficult to find her own comfort from his powerful grip. She used all her strength to adjust to a slightly more comfortable

gaze, she found

sleeping, utterly different from his usual imposing and cold demeanor. He even appeared somewhat cute.

eyelashes trembled slightly, his lips tightly pressed

Josie could see the hint of stubble on his chin, which would be prickly to touch.

in her thoughts, she continued to gaze at

Dexter had received an injection and taken medicine, he began to sweat. After some time had passed, Josie touched him and found that his fever

sleep, she got up and fetched a towel. She dampened it with water and wiped away the sweat from his

him to wake up, she sat on the windowsill, and her attention was momentarily drawn to a folder placed next to his computer. The label on the folder

at the folder labeled with the name

she knew it, her fingertips had instinctively opened the file. Inside, she found planning proposals for the studio,

pages, with his handwritten annotations in places that required attention or improvement.

each page, then looked back at Dexter lying on the bed,

the CEO of the Russell Group, who handled billion-dollar deals daily, had dedicated his precious. time and expertise to work on the planning for