Blind Date Turned Proposal

“Truthfully, Dexter, I don’t mind you protecting her because of her identity. I can understand that you’re bound to Liana by life and death. But putting that aside, you haven’t truly fallen in love with her, have you?”

Josie had contemplated multiple times whether to reveal her true identity to Dexter. She wanted to see his reaction at that moment, yet she also feared it because she didn’t know who she could trust to that very day.

There was still a red mark on her face. The stubborn look in her eyes as she stared at him. then had Dexter’s brows crease even deeper.

His silence almost plunged Josie’s heart into a chaotic mess. No matter how much he had. tormented her during this time, she knew that hidden within was a sense of possessiveness, and the source of it was love. However, that was no longer certain then.

“Owing someone can generate sympathy and even love.” Josie enunciated, almost in despair.

“You’re overthinking things.” Dexter’s hand that held the umbrella was getting sore, so he switched to his other hand.

“Then, do you say you’ve got no pity for her and only used her?” she shrieked in the rain.

“Josie!” Dexter raised his voice with a frown, his tone icy. “What about you? How do about Morgan, this so-called first love of yours? Has he made you relive your past memories?”

Upon hearing that, Josie immediately pushed him away. Like an angry little cub, she spun on her heel and stalked away.

into the rain, and Dexter quickly followed with the umbrella, grabbing her wrist.

a relaxed expression in the hall. It was clear

deep in his heart, and it was simply impossible to

of utter exasperation. “Dexter, we’re already divorced. Don’t be

grip. Suddenly, he waved his hand and tossed

drenched the two of them in no time. Josie pushed against him with both hands in front of her,

alley, they were both trapped in the rain,

her fervently. His breathing grew increasingly heavier. “Josie, I’ve told you that you are mine,”

bright red. But gradually, her body went limp from his kiss,

softening, but just then, his phone in

would call him

his hand down. “Don’t answer it.”

voice was hoarse as

forty-five seconds before disconnecting, only to persistently