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

unknown, a simple word of comfort from Dexter stirred up turmoil within her. Unable to control herself, she

that low. At the very least,

say that and simply held

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

asked, heartbroken, "Do you

She nodded. "I'm tired."

"Then come down."

carry me on your back,"

The servants stationed along the way exchanged glances,

under her breath, "Dexter, when was the last time you carried me like this?" Dexter thought about it

when we first met.

knew when she was referring to, and was momentarily lost