Blind Date Turned Proposal (Josie and Dexter)

"I heard you were leaving, so I came specifically to see you off," Nathan sighed, gazing at her with affection. "You look so thin. You've truly suffered these past years."

Josie frowned. "How did you find out I was leaving?"

"I heard it from someone."

Nathan smiled faintly. Though his expression was unreadable, Josie understood most of his implicit meaning.

I believe in Laura, so he must have heard it from Claudia. They've seen the letter.

Seeing the fleeting loneliness in Josie's eyes, Nathan added, "Mark and Claudia aren't feeling well, so they asked me to see you off. Don't overthink it. Deep down, they care about you." They care about me? Yet, even now, they dare not meet me.

Josie's thin lips curved into a slight smirk. She couldn't quite articulate her feelings. Even if they met, she didn't know what to say.

But she had never imagined she wouldn't even get to see them, and they really didn't come to the airport.

"Here is ten million. Claudia asked me to give it to you. When you're away, you must take good care of yourself," Nathan rummaged for a card from his bag and handed it to her sincerely. Josie was taken aback for a moment. Then, she let out a bitter laugh. I don't even want the Olsen family's assets. Would I want this ten million? Sᴇaʀ*ᴄh the Findɴovel.ɴet website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

"Ten million?"

subconsciously. "If that's

somewhat dazed as she took

for your best interests. Don't take it

across Nathan's eyes beneath his gold-rimmed

them." Josie nodded. Then, she raised her hand and snapped the card in half

in shock. "What does this

echoed through the departure lounge in the airport, reminding passengers of

my behalf to forget I

she headed straight toward the boarding bridge. She was all alone, carrying nothing

circling over Wavery a few times. Through the window, the bustling night scene outside could be seen. It was the city where she had lived for over a decade. Once she left,

the city center owned by Russell Group was particularly conspicuous. At night, it shone with the brightest lights before gradually diminishing to a mere dot in her line of sight before

of her bad mood, but a sudden wave of nausea assailed Josie. She had to endure it for a while before she managed to keep

shades, and her vision was instantly engulfed in

Russell Group, Dexter sat before the floor-to-ceiling window, his broad silhouette emanating profound