Blind Date Turned Proposal (Josie and Dexter)

The following day, Josie woke up not feeling as sharp as usual because she didn't have a good night's sleep the night before.

At that time, Justin and the others had already finished their breakfast. His leg hadn't fully healed, so it was propped up on one side. Grape was lying next to him, drawing on his cast with colored pencils. Upon seeing Josie, Justin remarked, "Oh? You two didn't share a bed again last night, did you?"

Josie's face turned red, her ears flaming. She grabbed a pillow and threw it at him. "Stop it. I can sleep by myself!"

Suddenly, Justin was hit by a sudden realization. "Then why have you only woken up now? Were you that tired?"

Josie was cutting her sunny-side-up egg with a knife and fork, and her grip tightened when she heard those words. Yet, a smile remained on her face. "Say that again, and we'll see if this knife ends up in your face."

Justin rolled his eyes, but ultimately, he didn't say anything more.

The mornings were always serene. Justin was frolicking with Grape, while Paul sat quietly on the balcony, basking in the sun. Sometimes, he would ramble on, and Dexter would approach him to converse, indulging in imaginative conversations together.

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to her more than once, "Mommy, I love it here. I love Daddy and Uncle Justin. I also like

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everything okay?" The housekeeper was also puzzled. "Mr. Russell said, as long as you are here, this is how you should

exert force under her knife. A moment later, she came to her senses and asked, "Did he

sandwiches were standard fare for

was personally prepared by Mr. Russell." Josie knew that Dexter could cook, but

you?" Josie didn't believe the

"It's true..."

looked up, her gaze landing on the man seated shoulder to shoulder with Paul. The sunlight bathed him, casting an aura of tranquility and cool composure. For a moment, she was at a loss for words. After a brief pause,

"Um..."

side when she heard Paul muttering, "Jo

Paul was talking nonsense