Blind Date Turned Proposal

Dexter reclined slowly as if sighing. “You’re correct. He does care about you a lot.”

The rain painted streaks on the car windows, the outside lights gleamed in the darkness, and an older mant with a crutch stood patiently at the doorstep.

“Otherwise, he wouldn’t be waiting specifically for you on a raining night like this.”

Moses stepped out of the car with an umbrella, opening the door for her. “Ms. Olsen, we’ve reached your home.”

At that moment, Leanne realized they had arrived at the Olsen Residence.

Josie tried to stand up, but her knees wavered, and she stumbled into Dexter’s arms. The sight of them embracing caught Mark’s attention.

Dexter lifted his gaze slightly, his tone carrying more weight, “You better go in now. Your father must be very worried about you.”“

The car pulled away swiftly, unfazed by the pouring rain.

“Mr. Russell, where to now?” Moses inquired.

Dexter again secured his rosary around his wrist, “Back to Mason Garden.“

Half an hour later, they arrived at Mason Garden.

The main bedroom’s light was illuminated.

The rain had dampened the cuffs of Dexter’s clothes. He pushed open the door and entered, spotting the woman who had just emerged from the bath.

in a split second, she seized a cushion

table lamp and launched it in

his demeanor was calm and relaxed.

heavily. Then, he bent down, retrieving the

“Feeling better now?”

her body away, Josie refused to

willing to listen

bedroom, but Dexter

really something, you know? Took Arnold’s wine and slept with him. I haven’t even

sat down, tugging her

with anyone! Stop making

his gaze on her softening, turmoil simmering.

drink, and I only leaned on him for a moment.” Josie changed her phrasing.

a deep drag from his cigarette, the tips of his fingers. catching the tobacco scent.

of course!”

the Russell family couldn’t locate your father, what makes you think you

arrogance on Dexter’s part but a fundamental law

was a

Wyatt was hospitalized. If I

let out a dry chuckle. “I can’t blame you

was a mixture of ‘you’re misunderstanding

times.” Dexter lifted his hand, brushing away the raindrops that fell onto his hand