Blind Date Turned Proposal

The road came alive with a parade of sleek, black luxury cars, neatly spaced about five meters apart, cruising down the empty thoroughfare.

The rain pelted down incessantly, creating a rhythmic symphony on the car roofs. At the same time, raindrops painted graceful trails on the windowpanes.

Breaking the silence, Dexter’s voice carried a tinge of nostalgia, “It’s been a while since Wavery saw rain. this heavy.”

Leanne lowered her gaze, “We’ve had a two-month dry spell. Spring is here finally, bringing the inevitable. rain.”

“After this storm passes, the weather will gradually warm up.”

Dexter removed the rosary from his wrist, his fingers methodically tracing each bead, his expression a mystery.

Despite the car’s spacious design, their whispered exchange seemed to confine their surroundings.

The man casually shifted his posture, stretching out his long legs. One hand rested casually on his knee, projecting an air of relaxation.

In contrast, Leanne appeared slightly constrained.

“Dex… Why didn’t you clarify things today? When you didn’t answer the phone, were you out hunting for her father’s whereabouts?”

Earlier that day, Dexter had received news that someone had sighted Paul. Yet, upon his arrival, the informant had changed his story, claiming it was a misunderstanding.

withdrawing, he

the escalating violence that he couldn’t answer

Dexter. He promptly organized a teain to locate Josie, only

Wyatt’s information seemed intertwined with

of events led to their unexpected encounter.

Dexter and Josie were both gauging

Dexter sighed, rubbing his

she

perceptively, her chuckle tinged with self-mockery, “Perhaps I shouldn’t have tagged along

look from Dexter.

are.” Leanne sensed his uncase. It was

it that obvious?” Dexter’s lips curved into a wry smile, his fingers fidgeting with the rosary

knee as she regarded him, an infatuated glint in her eyes. “Dex… Why

her,

been an assistant to many people, but I’m not interested

were almost on

downwards, and Leanne’s eyes gleamed brightly in the dim

hour to reach the Olsen Residence at our current pace. It could get

deftly ignored her flirtatious

her implied meaning might

tender, brushing