Blind Date Turned Proposal

A sudden notion dawned on her.

Could it be that beyond some of the Russell family, Pop had attracted adversaries? But his life and connections were uncomplicated, and she couldn’t seem to come up with anyone who might bear a grudge against him.

Past disputes, maybe? But her knowledge of Pop’s history was limited. Anxious thoughts churned within. Josie. After some contemplation, she retrieved the medical qualification certificate with the bold ‘Rivodia City Hospital’ written on the box.

“Mrs. Russell, Mr. Russell instructed us to keep you within Mason Garden…..”

The servant stood by the doorway, attempting to obstruct her exit.

“I just spoke with him. He’s fine with me going out.”

The servant was skeptical. “Well… unless Mr. Russell confirms that, we can’t permit you to leave….”

Given Josie’s feeble condition, her ashen appearance suggested a gentle breeze could knock her over. Josie was darn sure Dexter wouldn’t entertain her request even if she reached out to Dexter.

Taking a deep breath, she had no choice but to retreat to her bedroom.

There was an external staircase extended from the bedroom balcony. However, the door at the base was locked. She’d need to climb over the wall if she wanted to escape this dungeon.

Josie descended the stairs carefully and was just about to hoist herself over the wall when the servant noticed her. “Mrs. Russell! Stop right there!”

already halfway

to clear the wall’s edge,

tumbling onto the grass due

and fill him in later. However, he only picked up right before the call

her by now. She kept her query concise. “Where’s Mr.

Russell is occupied.”

him know I’ve left Mason Garden.

filled the other end.

confirmation, Josie

Andy, spotting her, was taken aback. “Mrs. Russell? What’s… Aren’t

knitted. I’m looking for

isn’t

charade?” While waiting outside, she noticed the illuminated interior of Arnold’s office.

Josie surged ahead.

You can’t just enter…” Andy attempted to stop her, employing minimal force and lacking any serious intention of preventing

scent of red

striking, yet his smile held an intriguingly dangerous charm. “Turning my office into a club, huh? Come as you wish. Barge

resting on the desk, her expression intense.