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?"

a time, I managed over two hundred billion in liquid assets

seemed her perspective was rather limited. Josie leaned forward, almost sprawled across his desk.

a rose-colored dress that day, her slender figure exuding charm. Her eyes were expressive, radiating a myriad of emotions, successfully captivating her prey. Likewise, Morgan leaned in, attempting to touch her

expression, Morgan's face was devoid of any craftiness. Josie quickly 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 couldn't discern his

wrinkles on his shirt. This coincidence led to a misunderstanding, causing Ryan to turn

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.

then left the silver

left, Josie called

he hadn't really changed. He remained as professional as ever, his eyes

as Josie approached him. "I need

"What?"

wife I

his gaze, his

brief moment. "Ms.

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