Blind Date Turned Proposal (Josie and Dexter)

The last time he threatened her, he had blocked her path.

Arnold pressed down on the accelerator, wishing she would just shut up.

He had been awoken by a call from the front desk in the morning when his mind was still in a haze. He ended up driving out on his own, without a chauffeur. It was only then that he realized he had truly been outmaneuvered by Josie.

After traveling a certain distance, Arnold suddenly slowed down. He looked ahead and laughed. "What a day. So many things happened."

Josie looked ahead and was startled to see Dexter emerging from a hotel with Larry trailing behind him.

Her face stiffened slightly. It's a hotel... Did he go to meet Xanthe? Sᴇaʀ*ᴄh the Findɴovel.ɴet website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

Arnold noticed her complexion changing rapidly and teased, "Gee, he wouldn't have gotten a room with someone, would he? How about I play detective for you?" Dexter's car shot off like an arrow released from its bowstring, while Arnold drove right up to the hotel entrance. Josie's eyes widened in surprise. "What are you doing?"

"Get out!"

Arnold tossed the car keys to the parking valet before proceeding inside.

In reality, it wasn't that great of a hotel. At most, it was four-star.

if he's gotten a room with

for him to stay in a

nodded vigorously. "So

is

off, walking up to the front desk. "Excuse me,

can't disclose our

a

the next moment, Arnold mysteriously produced an identification from somewhere. "I am

602. This is the

was about to expose the truth, but Arnold covered her mouth and led her directly toward the

lost your mind. You actually forged documents!" Once inside the elevator, Josie

years to his sentence won't be enough. "Don't you want to know why he came in?" Arnold hit the nail on the head with

her lips. It would be a

the corridor. Arnold

was quiet and peaceful, which left Josie somewhat

before coming to a halt. He let out a scoff. "So, this is

over, only to be taken aback by the sight of a woman, aged over fifty, sitting on the ground, her face etched with despair. In her arms, she cradled a pile of shattered photographs. Had the woman not lifted her head, Josie would not have recognized her at all.