Blind Date Turned Proposal (Josie and Dexter)

The medical project was linked with the higher-ups, and on the day of the contract signing, a significant number of journalists showed up. It was undeniably a buzzing event. Before Josie stepped out, she received a parcel. It was meticulously packaged in a box, with the brand name embossed in gold letters originating from a foreign luxury brand.

The delivery man was all respectful when he said, "Mr. Russell specifically instructed that you must personally receive this."

With a raised eyebrow, Josie quickly signed her own name.

After she opened the box, the first thing that caught her eye was a card that was marked with his distinctive handwriting. The line read: My rose will never wither. As long as there is love, nothing is impossible. Beneath the card was a rose-colored skirt adorned with tiny roses that glittered like gold at the hem. Once worn, it would look as though flowers bloomed with each step she took.

Josie held the card between her fingers. A sudden urge to shed tears surprisingly overwhelmed her.

Dexter seldom spoke words of love, but he was a man of his word.

He had promised to return her a dress, and indeed, he did. He even chose such a significant day to return it to her.

Inside Morgan's office, he still seemed to be in a daze, as if the matter at hand wasn't of much significance.

Josie stood by the table, flipping through the contract she was about to sign. "Mr. Bastille, you have over two hundred million coming in. You seem rather indifferent, no?"

languidly, "Underestimating me, are you? Once upon a time, I managed over two hundred billion in liquid assets without batting

Josie leaned forward, almost sprawled across his desk. "I'm the one giving you over

figure exuding charm. Her eyes were expressive, radiating a myriad of emotions, successfully captivating her prey. Likewise, Morgan leaned in, attempting to touch her hand. "You

pulled away, smacking the contract on his head. "Time's almost up. Aren't you going to change your clothes?" It was peculiar. Even with his flattery, Josie still

Morgan happened to be smoothing out the wrinkles on his shirt. This coincidence led to a misunderstanding, causing Ryan to turn away.

who was standing next to him. "Two sets, one in black and the other in silver. Which one do you think would be more suitable?" After examining for a few seconds, Morgan finally glanced at Josie out of the corner of his eye. "Silver, I

then left the silver outfit

he left, Josie called out,

really changed. He remained as professional as ever,

approached him. "I need you to do something for me,"

"What?"

wife I want to see

his gaze,

moment. "Ms. Warren, my wife

a homebody these past few years. Your request I must say, puts us in a