Blind Date Turned Proposal

Morgan couldn’t help but laugh when he heard this.

Dexter didn’t laugh. Heather poured him a glass of wine, but Larry quickly moved it away. saving, “Mr. Russell can’t drink alcohol.”

“Why?” Heather didn’t understand.

As Larry was struggling to explain, Eugene shifted the topic to Morgan. “Ms. Warren, you are the only woman I’ve ever seen who dares to show displeasure to Mr. Bastille. First love is indeed different, haha…”

Josie absentmindedly played with the food in her bowl, lacking any appetite. “Mr. Jablon, I’ve long heard of your reputation. I never thought you’d share the same love for gossip as womenfolk.”

This remark was clearly loaded with malice. Eugene felt a moment of awkwardness, then managed to squeeze out a smile and said to Morgan, “She’s quite a feisty girl, huh?”

Morgan curved his lips into a smile, pouring a glass of wine as a token of apology. “She’s always been like that. Please forgive her.”

In their conversation, it was as if they were back in their university days when he would take her out to see the world. He would often come to her defense during gatherings. Even if Josie said something wrong, people would not get angry out of respect for Morgan.

just like the old

reminiscing. She stood up and said, “I’m going to get some fresh

room, there was a large hot spring pool. Josie sat at the edge, her feet dangling in the

figure appeared behind her at some point, also sitting down. “Dex is discussing work with them, I don’t

It was Heather.

look at her. “Are you okay with letting Aunt Claudia. go back

up and drop her off, I have nothing to worry about,” Heather said.

men and women, though women were in the majority. They lined up by the hot spring pool, at sight

his head on one hand. Heather sat next to him and talked to him, but she didn’t know if he was listening

long, the atmosphere outside became lively. Those who had drunk a bit too much. proposed a swimming competition. The women started to

noise. Heather pulled his hand. “Let’s

improved significantly upon

glaring in Dexter’s

pairs for a game, they were still one short. He turned his gaze to Heather. “Ms. Olsen, would you like

her reluctance. “Let Ms. Warren join. I’ve been drinking.”