Blind date turned proposal (Josie and Dexter) novel Chapter 716

Chapter 716 Bound 

By this point, Josie had come to her wit’s end, and her voice turned hoarse with her frustration tipped over. “But he’s not the only criminal on the run in the entire Wavery!” 

Arnold paused in his attempt to dab her tears away, taken aback by her sudden outburst, “Wow. Easy now. You sound pretty worked up.” 

As Pop’s disappearance neared twenty-four hours, Josie was on edge, visibly worn out. 

Arnold playfully pinched her cheek, “When was your last shut-eye?” 

“Why do you care? I’m done here.” 

Josie shoved him aside and unsteadily got to her feet, ready to leave. 

Arnold’s grip gently pulled her back into place. 

“Where do you think you’re going being in this state? Planning to walk right into the enemy’s clutches? That’s a one-way ticket to disaster. They’ve got your Pop, and their motive’s likely more complex than just wanting cash. They might be using him as leverage against you or Dexter.” 

If it was about blackmail, the perpetrators would reveal their hands sooner or later. 

In many ways, his words began to steady Josie, though worry still furrowed her brow. “What if they hurt. Pop?” 

Pop had just undergone surgery, so he wasn’t fit for additional stress. 

Arnold forced her head against his shoulder, “Driving yourself crazy won’t help. Get some rest first, and then we’ll talk about it.” 

The wine packed more punch than Josie expected, and she was knocked out cold in no time. 

Arnold held his breath and refrained from moving, Josie napping on his shoulder, seeming more precious than any rare gem. 

He turned his head to sneak a look at her serene sleeping face, an unfamiliar helplessness washing over him. 

Swiftly taking a snapshot with his phone, he looked at the picture with a satisfied smile. 

Josie’s nap wasn’t long, maybe a couple of hours. As she sat up, wincing from the all-over soreness, she glanced up at Arnold and shuffled back a bit, exclaiming. “What were you doing?!” 

“Playing the knight in shining armor, and all I get is suspicion,” Arnold quipped, his tone relaxed as he teased Josie, all while kneading his shoulder. 

Just then, the private room’s door was swung open. “We’ve got a situation! Scar and the others have been cornered and taken away!” 

Arnold’s playful grin disappeared. “By whom?” 

The waiter glanced at Josie and then at Arnold, … Dexter… Mr. Russell…” 

Josie was equally stunned. 

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She was the first to bolt from the room, but thanks to his long legs, Arnold surged ahead and grasped her arm, urging, “You need to lay low. Sneak out through the back exit. Go!” 

Josie hesitated momentarily. Her concern was etched on her face. “What if he’s here for me?” 

The irony struck – how had this scenario become reminiscent of an operation to catch a cheating spouse? 

Arnold’s expression grew serious, his voice determined. “If he were after you, he wouldn’t have taken Scar.” 

Josie’s response was even quicker. Dexter must be tracing the clues to Wyatt, which led them here! 

Arnold descended the staircase like a whirlwind, and Josie struggled to keep up, haphazardly clutching the handrail for support. 

Scar was held captive in the high-rise lobby, shocking those entering and exiting.