Blind date turned proposal (Josie and Dexter) novel Chapter 352

Chapter 352 Didn’t Recognize Him 

Anderson let out a sigh, crossed his arms, and fixed his gaze on Dexter, pondering the mysterious depths of his character. Dexter was an enigma. 

As an executive of the influential Russell Group and a prominent figure in the country. Dexter was known for his exceptional strategic planning skills. Since his early twenties, he had earned a formidable reputation, instilling fear in both allies and adversaries. Dexter possessed remarkable competence and charm, attracting the attention of both men and women. He was indeed a force to be reckoned with. 

Anderson couldn’t help but be perplexed by the fact that Dexter had managed to captivate the unwavering devotion of three women to the point where they were willing to put their lives on the line for him. 

It was mind-boggling! 

Josie remained unconscious for two days, oblivious to the events unfolding around her. 

During that time, the necessary procedures were carried out without any interruptions. When the police arrived, Arnold willingly handed over the gun cooperatively, “The gun was legally obtained from the shooting range. 

After a thorough inspection, the police decided not to pursue the matter further. 

The police targeted to review the surveillance footage and address the public’s anxieties. 

Arnold’s tone was curt. Seated in a wheelchair, he turned to Dexter, who had just finished giving his statement, “If there are any issues, I’ll take care of them.” 

Without explicitly mentioning Summer or Josie, Dexter knew who he referred to. 

Josie slowly emerged from her unconscious state, awakening to the soft twilight. The gentle glow of light caressed her face, unveiling an unfamiliar environment. Every slight movement sparked sharp pangs in her shoulders. 

Dexter’s injury had received treatment, while his demeanor exuded a distant and detached air, like a solitary snow-capped peak, evoking a sense of abandonment. 

The woman resting on the bed resembled a delicate porcelain doll, her beauty still evident despite her fragility. 

Dexter longed for her vibrant and spirited self, like a flustered kitten baring its claws. 

His voice softened. Leaning closer, “Are you awake?” 

Josie stared at him intently, blinked with innocence, and asked, “Who are you?” 

Dexter glanced at Anderson beside him, questioning his medical expertise. 

Anderson appeared puzzled, “Is something wrong?” 

The man’s tone turned cold, “Amnesia?” 

Anderson looked at Josie and replied, “It doesn’t add up. The wound is on her body. What does it have to 

do with her memory?” 

Josie bombarded them with a barrage of questions, “Who are you guys? Why am I here? Why am I injured?” 

Furrowing his brow, Anderson asked Josie, “Are you sure you haven’t seen this man before 

Josie met Dexter’s intense gaze, shaking her head in confusion. Dexter leaned closer, his fingers delicately touching her face. With a piercing stare, his fingers trailed down to her chin, firmly gripping it. 

“Josie,” he said, his gaze unwavering. “you don’t recognize me, do you?”