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Blind Date Turned Proposal (Josie and Dexter)

Chapter 1289
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After receiving the kiss, his lips were stained with a vibrant color, looking incredibly enticing.

His voice was hoarse. "You hittoday." Josie was somewhat agitated. "You're the one who askedto hit you." And slap you twice. He grinned, the veins on the hand resting on her neck bulging, filled with desire and possession.

Suddenly, Josie was reminded of the past, back when they were in bed. He always preferred that particular position. His possession of her was especially intense. He would touch her, filled with desire, yet his touch was always light.

At one point, she began to suspect that he had ssort of unique kink.

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The last time, in the lounge of his office, he had never behaved like that. He was gentle and considerate throughout, afraid that he might hurt her.

Yet, he was getting rough again.

"Ouch..." Josie lowered her voice, soft and beguiling.

As if awakened, Dexter quickly rose. The weight pinning her down disappeared, and finally, she could catch her breath. "Animal." She flexed her wrist, utterly exasperated.

"Mm." Dexter glanced at the time, not denying it. "It's tto go. If I stay any longer, Mark will cup to kill me." "You!" Dexter gave her a smile, gently tousling her hair. "I'll bring Grapes to see you tomorrow." Without any hesitation, he left. Josie felt the warmth on her body slowly dissipating as she watched him exit the room.

Then cthe sound of footsteps descending the stairs. She walked to the window just in tto see Dexter passing by the magnolia tree all alone. Dressed in a white shirt and black trousers, he was the picture of restrained desire.

When he turned on his charm, he was always irresistibly captivating.

Turning back, Josie realized the place was a complete mess. Josie's head was throbbing painfully. "Emily-" Someone quickly rushed in from outside, panting heavily, "I'm here!" Her speed was so fast that it only made Josie's headache worse. "Were you outside this whole time?” Emily looked troubled, still holding a tray of food in her hands. "Mrs.

Olsen was sure you hadn't had et dinner yet, so she askedto bring you ssupper. Then, I... I Russell here, and I didn't Saw Mr.

dare to knock on the door." The room was a mess, so Josie couldn't really cup with a good excuse.

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Josie gave up resisting, letting Emily put down the food. "Did you manage to find Mark's medical report that I asked you to look for?" Emily's expression grew even more troubled as she scratched her head.

Each area had its dedicated cleaner, and Emily was primarily responsible for Josie's daily needs, making it difficult for her to get close to Mark. "I managed to switch shifts with the servant responsible for Mrs. Olsen's room, slipped in quietly, and found it on the bedside table." Josie's eyes lit up. "Lethave a look." Engaging in such a transaction, Emily was extremely frightened. She hastily closed all the doors and windows before showing it.

The recent report was incredibly detailed. As Josie opened it, she saw Mark's nclearly written on the document. However, the further she read, the worse her expression became.

In addition to his preexisting conditions, his overall functions were all below those of an average person.

Seeing Josie's furrowed brows, Emily also started to feel uneasy. “Ms. Olsen, I haven't shown this report to anyone else. I haven't even looked at it myself. You can rest assured." Indeed, I can't let others see this. Josie tightly clutched the paper, her mind sinking into deep thought. Claudia hadn't lied to her; Mark's health was truly in a poor state. It was even highly likely that something could go wrong at any moment.

If outsiders were to find out, who knew what kind of ill intentions they might harbor? "Return this report. I'll transfer the money into your account tomorrow," said Josie.

After Emily left, the room fell into silence. Yet, Josie's mind was in turmoil. How could this be? Could it possibly be related to him taking a knife fortwo years ago?