Blind Date Turned Proposal (Josie and Dexter)

"I'm not even sure what's bothering me," Josie confessed, her arms crossed as she looked up at the towering bookshelf beside her. It was filled to the brim with a myriad of classic texts. "The thought that they were once so kind to Rachel and then hurt me for her sake always left me unable to find peace in my heart."

Dexter opened his mouth. "Actually..."

"I understand. There were reasons for their actions. They didn't want to do it either. It's just..." Josie's voice trailed off, unable to continue. Her gloomy and conflicted expression was too much for Dexter to bear. He gently wrapped his arms around her from behind, providing a comforting sense of security.

"When I shared these things with you, it wasn't to persuade you to forgive them. Rather, I hoped you could broaden your perspective and perhaps extend a bit more trust toward them or even toward me." Dexter's voice was powerful, difficult to ignore.

Josie wanted to tell him that two years ago, she had waited for them at the airport, but they never showed up. Instead, they sent Nathan with a check for ten million.

That was why she was confused about what things were happening the way it did if a line was so desperately needed to be drawn.

It was hard for her not to be on guard.

The words were on the tip of Josie's tongue, yet she remained silent, merely giving a soft hum in response.

asked, "Are you

writing. Josie looked at it for a moment, then scoffed lightly. "What

released her. "What do you want

her arm on the table, her hand propping up

lips twitched, and he quickly reacted, "What

raised the corner of her eye, and her long eyelashes

sensation of soft numbness

dipped his quill pen in ink and wrote on the blank sheet of paper:

graced his face, from his thin lips to his brow bone. There was an inexplicable

made her heart

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the calligraphy, Josie looked up. Their gazes collided

them were momentarily taken

his