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 hurtfor her sake always leftunable 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.

Dexter asked, "Are you still writing?" The paper had been stained with ink, ruining the characters she had just finished writing. Josie looked at it for a moment, then scoffed lightly. "What a shame. Although my quill penwork isn't strong, it might have fetched a good price in the market." I still acted impulsively.

Dexter released her. "What do you want to write? I'll write it for you." Upon seeing him actually pick up the pen, Josie calmly rested her arm on the table, her hand propping up her face. "Mr. Russell, do you realize, you're acting quite like a simp?" A simp? Dexter's lips twitched, and he quickly reacted, "What if I am?" "Aren't you afraid that I'll let you go in the end?" She intentionally raised the corner of her eye, and her long eyelashes fluttered, instantly radiating charm.

A tingling sensation of soft numbness crept up behind Dexter's ear.

He chuckled, choosing not to respond verbally. Instead, he dipped his quill pen in ink and wrote on the blank sheet of paper: It would've been my honor to be able to stay by your side.

ne From her vantage point below, she could see the smooth contour of his neck, the pronounced Adam's apple, and the exquisite features that graced his face, from his thin lips to his brow bone. There was an inexplicable hint of pallor that added this allure, making him even more captivating. That sight made her heart flutter.

She stared for so long that her entire body becstiff.

As Dexter turned his head, intending to ask her opinion on the calligraphy, Josie looked up. Their gazes collided perfectly at that moment.

Both of them were momentarily taken aback.

The intensity of the look in his eyes was too fervent, difficult to conceal.

Dexter reached out and took her hand. "What's wrong? You're incredibly tense." Instantly, Josie pulled away, intending to turn around. However, the very next second, Dexter directly grasped her wrist, tilted her chin, and his heavy breath pressed down on her.

Josie's eyes widened, utterly incredulous.

In just a couple of seconds, she gripped his shirt, intending to push him away, but he only applied more force. Biting her lip, he passionately kissed her, savoring the moment.

The room was filled with palpable tension and ambiguity.

Josie's remaining sanity compelled her to lift her leg, intending to kick him. However, Dexter's large hand slid down, gripping her long leg, and swiftly laid her down on the desk before bending down. The paper, lifted by the wind, fluttered down to the ground in a chaotic dance.

The scene was a complete mess, yet it was full of life and vibrancy.

། Josie's heart pounded with shock, her hand tightly gripping his collar. In the brief respite between their Vel kisses, she panted heavily. "Are you mad? This is the Olsen residence." Dexter's large hand gradually moved up from her leg, eventually resting on her neck, tightening inch by inch.

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