Blind date turned proposal (Josie and Dexter) novel Chapter 767

Chapter 767 She Didn’t Return 

Dexter was in Wavery. 

lvy crept all across the rough exterior of an almost abandoned apartment building. The tall and new government building behind it became a comparison of the position of the rich and 

poor. 

Only a few people were entering and exiting the entrance. All of them were elderly. They gave Dexter’s luxurious car a curious look when they passed by it. 

Larry said that they would not be able to find much as most of the residents had moved 

away. 

Dexter had a harsh look. “Wait down here.” 

Dexter headed up. Only a few bulbs lighted the narrow stairways. The light would flicker from time to time, creating an eerie atmosphere from a horror film. 

The woman’s voice in the call was cold. She asked about work, and her tone became softer at the end. “Will you be back on the twentieth?” 

“Yes,” he immediately replied. 

He owed her much, but she still remembered his birthday, although it was not a big deal. 

A plainly dressed old woman passed by. “Are you here for someone, young man? No one’s here. You should find them somewhere else.” 

Larry followed him inside, although he was told to stay. “Mr. Russell, we should leave now.” 

“Let’s go.” 

On the twentieth, Josie was making a cake with the chef at Mason Garden. 

She did not plan on doing it at first. Dexter was probably not a fan of desserts anyway. 

But she thought that it would be a nice gesture. Birthdays were the most important thing to her when she was younger. 

Halfway through, she left the kitchen to answer a phone call. It was Laura saying that an emergency needed Josie to return to the studio. 

She told Julie about it. 

“Will you be back tonight. Mrs Russell 

The cake was almost done. 

Josie did not think before saying, “Of course, I will be back.” 

In the evening, Dexter arrived at home. “Where’s Mrs. Russell?” 

“She went out and said she’ll be back at night.” 

Julie guided Dexter to the kitchen to cheer him up. “Look, Mrs. Russell made this cake 

herself.” 

Dexter was overjoyed. He went to his study to finish some work but could not sit still. He would peek out of the room every few minutes and ask the maids, “Is Mrs. Russell back Their replies were always disappointing. 

yet?” 

He smiled. It was as though he had returned to when he was eighteen. A rash and reckless teenager.