Blind Date Turned Proposal

Josie instinctively glared at him, catching a glimpse of Dexter’s expression gradually turning. menacing from the corner of her eye.

“How about that? I remembered correctly, didn’t I?” Morgan asked with a smile. “You must have had a tough few years, so take your time and have a good soak.”

Before Josie could even respond, Eugene asked, “Mr. Bastille, do the two of you… know each other?”

“First love.”

Morgan’s words never failed to shock people into silence. Astonishment was written across Eugene’s face. He glanced at Josie, then at Dexter, whose face was taut with tension. “My goodness,” he exclaimed, “everyone said Mr. Bastille was quite the charmer in his youth. Who would have thought he’d run into his first love like this? What a coincidence, don’t you think, Mr. Rusell?”

Josie gritted her teeth in frustration, knowing full well Morgan did it on purpose, deliberately making things difficult for her.

“What I mean is, I was her first love,” Morgan corrected leisurely. His gaze met Dexter’s directly. Sparks of palpable danger flew between them.

my period, so it’s

she effectively declined Morgan’s arrangement. Instead of acknowledging her response, the server turned to look

wasn’t upset and shrugged. “Skip her, then.”

walked through the corridor, one of the private

figure may not be voluptuous, but she carried herself with a youthful

“What are you doing

of sight. “I heard this hot spring clubhouse in Rivodia was amazing, and

dining elegantly was none other

smoothened, nodding slightly at her. “Ms.

truly excellent,” Morgan agreed with a smile. “How about this? I’ll cover

his gaze toward the

her thanks, then walked over to Dexter and whispered intimately, “Dex, my mother will be going back. for her prayers later, and I’ll be so bored on my

trace of hesitation, “We’re a group of men discussing business, so

group?” Heather was talking about Josie. Her voice trailed off at the end of the sentence.

Dexter’s countenance.