Blind Date Turned Proposal

From the moment they met, up until the time she saw the child off into the car, Josie didn't utter a single word throughout.

That wasn't quite right because she did say something to Moses. "Be careful on the road," she said.

With a smile, Moses responded, "After all these years, do you still not trust my driving skills, Josie?"

After that, Josie closed the car door and walked back to the hospital.

Suddenly, her arm was seized. The man's strength was overpowering. He stood firm in his spot and asked, "What's wrong?"

He could discern her emotions with just a single glance.

"Let go of me."

His grip tightened. "What's really going on? You weren't like this in the afternoon. What happened?"

At this point in the conversation, Josie didn't want to hide anything anymore. She turned around to face him directly. "Why didn't you tell me about the incident a month ago in Rivodia, where someone kidnapped Grape?"

Prior to that, it was rather well hidden.

For this reason, Dexter's expression eased momentarily before he said straightforwardly, "At that time, you were being held hostage by Arnold, and Mr. Dalton used Grape to hinder me. You had just returned to Wavery, and there were more important matters you needed to handle. It wasn't a bad thing for me to step in and solve it."

Josie was agitated. "So that's why you abruptly left Wavery back then. What about me? I'm her mother. If anything were to happen to her, how would I cope?"

"She's okay now."

"What I'm talking about is hypothetical, Dexter. Have you ever thought about me? I don't need you to act under the guise of what's best for me, doing things you presume to be right. It was like this two years ago, and it's still the same two years later."

He only had her best interests at heart, yet she showed no appreciation.NôvelDrama.Org content rights.

Dexter released her. "Grape is my daughter. Her troubles cause me equal distress and worry. If I could choose, I would still opt to hide it. At least you wouldn't have to bear half of the worry."

Unreasonable! Josie was trembling with anger, not wanting to argue any further. "I don't want something like this to happen again," she said.

"There won't be a second time."

Moses had been waiting in the car for Dexter for quite some time, but to no avail Peering through the car window, he saw two people arguing under the streetlight. Sensing trouble, he quickly got out of the car. "What's the cause of this argument?"

Josie shot him a glance. "How much do you know about the kidnapping of Grape?"

A chill ran down Moses' back immediately. "I... I...”

Moses was hesitant and uncertain, so Josie got the gist of it. She nodded, turned around, and left, muttering, "Everyone kept me in the dark."

Seeing this, Moses looked worriedly

at Dexter, who was standing to the side. He seemed somewhat emotionally stirred, but he quickly calmed himself down and lit up a cigarette with a thoughtful look in his eyes.

"She's also thrown into confusion because she cares."

"She hasn't changed."

"What?"

"Emotions always cloud judgement." Dexter tugged at the corner of his lips. "What about me, Moses? Do you also think I'm too indifferent?" "No, it's not that. You're just overly rational, and I understand that this role requires the utmost rationality."

"She doesn't appreciate my rationality."

When he spoke those words, Dexter clearly felt a hint of defeat. He tossed the cigarette butt on the ground and snuffed it out with his leather shoe. Josie's entry into Olsen Group was swift, too quick for anyone to react.

Laura only found out she had a new assistant when she arrived at the office.

"What new assistant?" she queried.

"Mr. Olsen's personnel arrangements indicated that a specially assigned newcomer would arrive today to serve specifically as your assistant."

A newcomer was specially assigned? Laura raised an eyebrow. She had a somewhat unsettling premonition.

Sure enough, just at that moment, the office door was pushed open from the outside. Josie entered with a playful smile. “Laura, it's me."

Josie was dressed in professional attire, her makeup impeccably polished and efficient. She held a

stack of documents in her arms, net

from which she pulled out one "Here's my employment information. Take a look," she said.