Blind date turned proposal (Josie and Dexter) novel Chapter 1283

Dexter offered a word of thanks. By the time he accepted it, Josie had already seized the opportunity to leave.

She returned to her original dining table, where Juliette had already returned. Juliette sat quietly in her seat, a newly purchased shirt placed beside her. The pristine packaging spoke volumes, revealing all that mattered.

“Juliette?” Josie voiced.

Coming back to her senses, Juliette smiled faintly. “Where did you go? I didn't see you when I returned. I thought you had left again.”

“I just went to the washroom. Has Mr. Russell not returned yet?”

Juliette turned his head and said, “He has.”

Dexter strode toward this way, already dressed in a freshly laundered shirt. It was meticulously tailored, not a detail out of place.

“Dexter, I bought you a new shirt as an apology,” she said, not out of deliberate flattery, but in a calm tone.

Dexter felt somewhat helpless. “If you're going to be so formal, I don't think our companies need to collaborate.”

Juliette found herself torn between laughter and tears, shaking her head. “Who's the one acting like a stranger here? By the way, what happened to the rosary beads I gave you last time? You should always carry them with you. Otherwise, they won't work.”

Dexter's fair and attractive wrist was bare.

He said with a hint of teasing, “It's a gift from you, Ms. Witherspoon. Naturally, it should be treasured at home.”

He was evasive. Juliette wanted to say something more, but Dexter had already excused himself, claiming he had urgent matters to attend to. He quickly grabbed his coat from the chair and headed out. His hurried pace made it clear that he was in a rush.

In the end, he didn't take anything from her.

Juliette turned her head, catching Josie's gaze fixed on Dexter's retreating figure. Something flickered in her eyes.

“It's a shame. You barely had a chance to exchange a few words with him,” Juliette said.

Josie glanced at her, covering the food box on the table for her. “Mr. Russell is Mr. Busyman. It's widely said that getting a chance to meet him, let alone being remembered by him, is like a blessing from our ancestors.”

Josie's hand momentarily paused in action. Have I seen him before? It's far more than that...