Blind Date Turned Proposal

It was as if they were a close-knit couple just yesterday but were now strangers.

Josie noticed that the back seat of the car was piled with a lot more work files than usual, some of which were scattered on the floor.

She hesitated for a moment, then bent down to pick everything up, organizing it bit by bit. “You’ve been busy lately, haven’t you? I’m sorry, it’s my fault.”

The man’s large hands, clasped in front of him, paused slightly. His cool eyes narrowed a bit. “Don’t think so highly of yourself. This has nothing to do with you.”

Josie said nothing in response and endured it in silence. “The business you entrusted to me, I will transfer it back to you soon.”

“What I give, I never take back,” Dexter said, his eyes and brows illuminated by the light from the window, devoid of any warmth.

Josie was taken aback.

The car quickly reached Mason Garden. Having not been there for a few days, she thought. that it seemed as though the place had lost much of its liveliness. Despite it being summer, it felt incredibly cold there.

“Where’s Mrs. Carroll?” Josie glanced around, not seeing any servants.

you left, everyone was dismissed.”

off his suit jacket and casually tossed it onto the sofa. He then promptly sat down, stretching out his long legs leisurely. His entire demeanor exuded extreme fatigue.

brows, feeling worried about the unchecked emotions the man was

here.” He looked at her and

approached him in the end. She squatted on the ground, her hands falling on his knees, a

you been drinking?”

reached out and pinched her chin, the previous sense of fleshiness gone.

looked even more beautiful. Even with her head lowered, she was still stunning when she looked up, different from the alluring women

seemed uniquely resilient.

of her. He reached out, brushing aside the stray hairs on her forehead. His voice was deep and magnetic as he asked, “Why have you

tired.” Her voice was low as she forced a smile. “But

an eyebrow, looking into her

in making her feel tired, Josie slowly asked, “Where’s the divorce

grip intensified as he asked, “So, you really

pained sound escaping her lips.

a lie to deceive you. There are no divorce papers.” Dexter’s expression seemed to be a mix of pain and longing.

She was speechless.

lights in the hall flickered a few times, and suddenly, with a pop, they went out. Instantly, everything before their eyes

her neck, pressing her against himself. His icy lips unexpectedly