Blind Date Turned Proposal

“Josie!” Morgan called out, trying to snap her back to reality.

Josie shuddered, but she couldn’t regain her composure no matter how hard she tried. Arnid the surrounding clamor, she shrugged off Morgan’s hand and mumbled, “It’s nothing”

Heather had already promptly put on her coat to cover her birthmark. Dexter instructed someone to take her away to change her clothes, then turned to Eugene and asked, “Have you had a good time?”

Eugene wouldn’t dare to overstep, knowing full well that Heather was the precious daughter of the Olsen family. “Of course, of course.”

The group dispersed quite quickly, leaving only a few people from before in the private room.

Josic stopped drinking orange juice and poured herself a glass of red wine, which she downed in one go, Morgan was taken aback and snatched the wine glass from her, exclaiming, “What a waste! Is this how you drink wine?”

Josie sat quietly, her soul seemingly miles away.

After changing her clothes, Heather emerged, only to find Morgan staring at her. “How brave of you, Ms. Olsen,” he said, “I commend your courage for stepping up under such circumstances.”

Heather’s face flushed for a moment. She walked over to Dexter and said obediently, “It’s fine. We shouldn’t spoil the mood.”

sat on the couch, lost in his thoughts. Heather cautiously asked. “Dex, I came in last place. I’m afraid I’ve embarrassed

expression a playful smirk. “It doesn’t matter what place you’re

that he might have been offensive due to the influence of alcohol earlier, and asked Heather

Josie. “I haven’t had a drink with Ms. Warren all night. Please accept my toast,” she

hard to regain her composure and asked, “A toast?

hint of nervousness

pleading for something.

agreeing to divorce Dex and freeing him from his misery.” Her sudden remark raised eyebrows among everyone

smiled. “Should I congratulate you then for finally seizing

she poured herself a glass of wine, clinked glasses with Heather, and said, “Here’s to your successful rise to power.”

at Dexter, her nervousness increasing. My feelings for Dex began when I was five or

carefully observed the changes in Josie’s

already wished

usual, as if she didn’t notice the birthmark on

slowly sighed

deep as he ordered, “Come