Blind date turned proposal (Josie and Dexter) novel Chapter 317

Chapter 317 He’s Not the One 

Once alone, Nancy asked softly, ‘I can tell from his words and actions that he’s a sincere man. Furthermore, he has a good job and cares tremendously about you. So, are you….* 

Joste looked at her and replied solemnly. “There’s nothing between us. If I must describe our relationship. he’s only a friend.” 

Nancy frowned and was stunned. Suddenly, she understood something. ‘Are you in love with someone else?” 

Josie looked down, unable to deny her words. I’m already married.” 

Nancy widened her eyes at the shocking revelation. Her tone instantly changed. “What did you say?” 

She’s married? How could she be married? 

Josie considered. Even though her disappointment toward Dexter grew, she still could not get him out of her mind or forget the things that happened between them. 

“I got married last year.” 

The sudden revelation left Nancy breathless. Her chest heaved and fell as she asked incredulously, “Does Matthew know?” 

“He knows. Josie shook her head helplessly. “Matthew is a calm person. However, the calmer he is, the more difficult it is for me to say anything to him. I feel guilty whenever he is being nice to me. I hope you can help me to advise him.” 

Nancy looked at Josie bewilderedly. “Who did you marry?” 

Josie looked into Nancy’s eyes and slowly shook her head. “It’s not who you think.” 

Nancy gradually stepped back. Her brow furrowed tightly. “I thought it would be….” 

“He and I will never be together.” 

At the same time, the lights were switched on in another spacious room. It seemed like a warm and cozy home. 

A man sat cross-legged on the floor. He looked down slightly, casting a shadow on his gloomy but exquisite face. 

His slender fingers were beautiful under the light. They held a high-resolution photo that showed a meek- looking woman. 

The woman looked down as she walked along a well-illuminated street. Her white dress fluttered slightly as she walked. She looked stunning against the night scenery. 

More photos covered the floor near the man’s feet. One of them showed her walking; another showed her entering a hotel. There was also a photo of her sitting before the bay window and one showing her slumped over the table, crying. Each picture showed a different action or scene but was about the same 

woman. 

Someone knocked on the door and came in, holding an envelope. He offered it to the man. “Mr. Russell. Mrs. Russell went out today.” 

Dexter accepted the envelope expressionlessly. He quickly tore it open and took out the photos, still warm from printing. Then, he looked at them one by one. His expression gradually turned grimmer than it had ever been in the past few days. 

He violently threw the photos on the floor. Josie, just you wait!