Blind Date Turned Proposal (Josie and Dexter)

"If they didn't want to accept me, then why are they putting on an act, pretending like we share a deep bond two years later?" Josie practically shouted that out loud through tears. Sᴇaʀ*ᴄh the Find_Nøvel.ɴet website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

She unleashed her emotions without holding back, gripping the bottle tightly, and gulping down the alcohol. The liquid overflowed from the corners of her mouth. Under the moonlight, she appeared to be in exceptional pain.

"Jo!" Dexter stopped her. "You can't drink alcohol like that. Slow down."

He grabbed her arm and took the half-empty wine bottle from her.

Josie appeared disheveled and miserable, with strands of hair sticking to the corners of her mouth.

In a slightly tipsy state, she gazed at Dexter, her eyes filled with confusion. "Mark's health is deteriorating, and he's dying. They only think of me and even my child when he's in this hopeless state. Their minds are filled with nothing but personal gain."

Dexter simply listened in silence, his gaze soft and tranquil. He raised his hand, gently tucking away the strands of hair that stuck to her face. "I understand, Jo. You suffered a lot."

usually fine with enduring it all. After all, she had been doing it for so many years and

word of comfort from Dexter stirred up turmoil within her.

At

that and simply

and her sobs gradually subsided. The alcohol, however, got the better of her and

asked, heartbroken, "Do you want to go

She nodded. "I'm tired."

"Then come down."

carry me on your back," she

and hoisted her onto his back, heading toward the residence. The servants stationed along the way exchanged

the streetlights that passed by, and mumbled under her breath, "Dexter, when was the last time you carried me like this?" Dexter

miss the most is when we first met. Everything was wonderful when our feelings were

she was referring to, and