Blind Date Turned Proposal (Josie and Dexter)

Without a doubt, Josie was well aware of the situation. She furrowed her brow and said, "Allow him to enter."

Mallory stood up leisurely, passing by Morgan, who had been waiting at the door all this time, and said to Justin, "Let's go inside."

Quietly, Justin followed. However, he was stopped by Mallory's remark. "Remember your manners."

Justin hesitated for a moment but continued forward.

Since she was essentially his superior, a gentle reminder from her wouldn't hurt.

The man sitting in the corner emitted an aura of desolation, an unusual display of exhaustion. Ryan, who had been standing nearby, couldn't help but speak up. "Ms. Whiteford, our boss has been waiting here for three to four days. This is truly unfair."

Mallory raised an eyebrow and replied, "Indeed, it is unreasonable. Let him go then."

This was the first time Mallory had come face to face with Morgan. His eyes were expressive, concealing a sharp edge. He seemed vaguely familiar, but it was evident that he was no ordinary individual. Ryan seemed to want to say something more but was silenced by the intensity in Morgan's gaze.

"Mallory..." He pronounced her name, syllable by syllable. "Have we met before?"

She paused, intently studying Morgan's face.

Their eyes locked.

Mallory remembered everything.

she deliberately provoked Calvin, she had encountered him. It was a long time ago,

the time she arrived at the airport, it was

the early hours, the

with incoming messages. They were from her questionable friends: "Don't

"Finally, I have the chance to

engaged in a dispute with Calvin, and it took

night, she didn't want to struggle anymore. She accepted the act of kindness, promptly leaving the parking lot. Simultaneously, she dialed the

a car engine. Amidst the commotion, Mallory strained to comprehend the words spoken to her.

possessed a

friend's acquaintance, with whom she was bound to interact frequently in the future. Mallory lifted her head and straightened her posture, attempting to appear less

lot was dim and unclear, casting vague shadows on people. The individual was clad in a black windbreaker, with a hat pulled down over his head, engrossed in his mobile phone. Half of his face was visible, revealing sharply

playfully raised her eyebrows. "He doesn't

you?" Morgan raised an eyebrow, glancing at Mallory, who was slightly shorter than him. Sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ FɪndNovᴇl.nᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early

face displayed a

her staring at him. Morgan was the first