Blind Date Turned Proposal

Arnold’s smug smirk etched deeper as he deliberately spilled a glass of wine onto the ground, remarking. “Navigating the storms of Wavery is the real challenge, wouldn’t you say, Dex?”

With his words hanging in the air, the group trailed after Josie, their strides determined.

Unnoticed by anyone, Dexter’s gaze turned remarkably intense.

Scar stumbled along, his caution evident, and turned to Arnold, “Did Mrs. Russell provoke her husband. just now? What’s going on between them…”.

Arnold playfully slapped his head, “Address her as Ms. Warren, not Mrs. Russell!”

Scar’s typical menacing demeanor appeared oddly wronged now, “Well… Mr. Carter, but she’s already married to Dexter Russell. Are you sure you’re not being too hopeful?”

Why did he get the sense that Arnold was instead relishing this fictitious identity of Josie?

Shooting Scar a glare, he corrected himself promptly, “Alright, alright, my mistake. Ms. Warren, it is.”

Meanwhile, Josie wandered aimlessly, not knowing her destination but driven by the need to walk and dispel the frustration within her.

Arnold waved off the others and trailed Josie, holding her bag.

After walking for around thirty minutes, Josie’s fatigue began to set in. She found a slightly elevated spot and took in the nocturnal panorama of Wavery,

on his face. “This skyscraper of mine is enormous. You wouldn’t even cover

for playful banter. She remained silent,

point was tricky. If they cast a glance downwards, they would spot Dexter’s car parked at the entrance, surrounded by a convoy of

stood in an open area, Leanne at his side. Their conversation seemed to

air seeing their seemingly close relationship, “…I don’t

of Leanne’s

hadn’t Dexter informed her?

spicy topic to you? Could you

cars to the ground

as he revisited today’s event. “And it’s not far off from the buzz caused by your

you walking into the shocking and spicy truths inadvertently adds to the

he were watching a clash

doing this on purpose,”

misunderstood me again.”

car, Leanne in the back seat. Their vehicle led the convoy, departing with several others.

her mind in a whirl, Josie’s headache only

her arm. “How about we head back and get

way! I won’t let Summer belittle me

Ready to leave, she suddenly

to Scar