Blind date turned proposal (Josie and Dexter) novel Chapter 1289

After receiving the kiss, his lips were stained with a vibrant color, looking incredibly enticing.

His voice was hoarse. “You hit me today.”

Josie was somewhat agitated. “You're the one who asked me to hit you.” And slap you twice.

He grinned, the veins on the hand resting on her neck bulging, filled with desire and possession.

Suddenly, Josie was reminded of the past, back when they were in bed. He always preferred that particular position. His possession of her was especially intense. He would touch her, filled with desire, yet his touch was always light.

At one point, she began to suspect that he had some sort of unique kink.

The last time, in the lounge of his office, he had never behaved like that. He was gentle and considerate throughout, afraid that he might hurt her.

Yet, he was getting rough again.

“Ouch...” Josie lowered her voice, soft and beguiling.

As if awakened, Dexter quickly rose. The weight pinning her down disappeared, and finally, she could catch her breath.

“Animal.” She flexed her wrist, utterly exasperated.

“Mm.” Dexter glanced at the time, not denying it. “It's time to go. If I stay any longer, Mark will come up to kill me.”

“You!”

Dexter gave her a smile, gently tousling her hair. “I'll bring Grapes to see you tomorrow.”

Without any hesitation, he left. Josie felt the warmth on her body slowly dissipating as she watched him exit the room.

Then came the sound of footsteps descending the stairs. She walked to the window just in time to see Dexter passing by the magnolia tree all alone. Dressed in a white shirt and black trousers, he was the picture of restrained desire.

When he turned on his charm, he was always irresistibly captivating.

The recent report was incredibly detailed. As Josie opened it, she saw Mark's name clearly written on the document.

However, the further she read, the worse her expression became.

In addition to his preexisting conditions, his overall functions were all below those of an average person.

Seeing Josie's furrowed brows, Emily also started to feel uneasy. “Ms. Olsen, I haven't shown this report to anyone else. I haven't even looked at it myself. You can rest assured.”

Indeed, I can't let others see this. Josie tightly clutched the paper, her mind sinking into deep thought. Claudia hadn't lied to her; Mark's health was truly in a poor state. It was even highly likely that something could go wrong at any moment.

If outsiders were to find out, who knew what kind of ill intentions they might harbor?

“Return this report. I'll transfer the money into your account tomorrow,” said Josie.

After Emily left, the room fell into silence. Yet, Josie's mind was in turmoil. How could this be? Could it possibly be related to him taking a knife for me two years ago?