Blind Date Turned Proposal

Dexter placed her luggage down and explained, “The water is said to have healing properties.” He shuffled about, his hands touching the furniture around him. “You can finally start to make up for the time you lost at the Sky Palace.”

He still remembered.

Larry had arranged dinner for them inside the villa, in which Wavery’s local dishes were served. Dexter strode into the restaurant in his casual outfit, his confidence radiating off of him. This was the first time anyone had seen him outside of work, and they were all surprised by how different he looked. His sternness had been replaced by a youthful look, and he carried himself with a demeanor that was both charming and disarming.

On the other hand, Josie’s face was painted with makeup that accentuated her beautiful appearance. She understood the importance of her role as Dexter’s wife.

During dinner, Dexter, accompanied by Josie, gave a toast to everyone at the table, “I hope you have a great time here.”

Josie raised her glass in a cheerful toast, her smile lighting up the room.

Summer had her business meeting at the table next to theirs. When she saw what was happening at their table, her hands clenched tightly, her fingers digging into her palms as jealousy rose within her.

As the night went on, someone at the table became tipsy and started stuttering as they asked. Josie, “Is Mr. Russell as stern at home as he is in the office? Aren’t you afraid of him?”

Josie glanced at the man beside her. He was holding a champagne glass, swirling the champagne inside indifferently. After a moment’s pause, she shook her head at the executive.

Dexter stopped swirling his champagne glass and pinched her cheek lightly with a playful grin. “Why did you take so long to answer? I’ve never been stern with you.

angry

no,

left speechless by

her eyes sparkling with mirth. “See! This is what

flushing red. He was flustered

of love, filled with playful banter and

deep breath and walked over with her glass. “Mrs. Russell, I would like to make a toast to you. I

eyes fixated on her with a cold

toast in front of the executives, even if

through a

from her. “My wife can’t drink,” he interjected. “I’ll

was a statement, not a question,

aback. She didn’t have a chance to

course,” Summer