Blind date turned proposal (Josie and Dexter) novel Chapter 411

Chapter 411 Not Her House 

After drinking too much, Josie seemed to have revealed her natural disposition. She looked terrified of Dexter. 

When he approached, Alice and the male colleague recognized him. They looked at each other and were utterly stunned. 

Why is Dexter Russell here?! 

How is he related to Josie?! 

“Mr… Mr…” 

They couldn’t say his name. 

Dexter didn’t look at them. He walked to Josie and picked her up. 

Josie was initially conflicted, but she calmed down when she smelled the tobacco on him. It was as though she had gone mad. She smiled and said, “Dexter!” 

Dexter only looked at her from the start until the end. He silently patted her. “Why did you drink?” 

Josie pursed her lips again, looking tearful like a child. 

Dexter carried her out, and his secretary helped take her belongings. She thanked Alice and the male colleague. “You must keep everything you saw today a secret.” 

Dexter had been preoccupied with something important today. There was a trade war going on, and it was turbulent both domestically and internationally. As the leading enterprise, he was naturally affected. He still had to work a little, no matter what. 

Therefore, he had been swamped for the past few days. 

Josie messed 

up his plans with a phone call. 

Dexter had almost gone mad when he heard a man’s voice. 

The woman in his arms was still squirming. For a moment, she didn’t seem drunk. She lay in his arms and smiled when she looked up at him. She repeated, “Why are you here, Dexter?” 

Dexter squeezed her cheeks hard. “How would you go home if I didn’t come?” 

Josie suddenly got up and leaned close to him. She smelled of alcohol. “But you didn’t come yesterday…” 

“I’m sorry. You can come to Russell Group to look for me next time.” 

The rowdy woman suddenly quietened down. She thought of something, and her eyes were wet. She waved her hands. “Never mind. You don’t belong to me.” 

It wasn’t easy to deal with an inebriated woman. Dexter understood many people’s thoughts, but he couldn’t understand the thoughts of a drunk woman. 

When they returned to Mason Garden, she still muttered, “I want to go home,” while Dexter carried her into the bathroom. 

Dexter’s actions paused. He didn’t understand. “You’re home.” 

“This isn’t my home.” 

She had sobered up slightly. 

Dexter’s thin lips parted. “So, where is your home? Is it Paul’s house?” 

“That isn’t my home either. My home is where I have a mom and dad.” 

This made Dexter pause. Confused, he looked at the spirited woman and sympathized with her. 

“Dexter, I don’t have a mom and dad.” 

Dexter was distressed. He found a large towel and wrapped her up like a baby before carrying her to the bed. He kissed her eyes and was uncharacteristically gentle. “Good girl. Go to sleep, okay?”