Blind Date Turned Proposal

Justin sat motionless on the ground, unaware of how long the standoff had lasted. Paul's voice echoed from behind him, "Why are they arguing?"

The nurse didn't dare to speak again.

Finally, Justin regained his composure and stood up. He asked directly, "Have you reconciled with Dexter?"

Surprised, Josie replied, "No."

"In that case, how would he know where I was and send someone to rescue me?" Justin was still unaware of the chip that Dexter had implanted in his body, nor did he know that Dexter had been secretly protecting him from danger.

Josie struggled to describe their relationship. She found herself unable to answer many questions. However, Justin understood just by looking at her expression.

With a scoff, she said, "He truly is a hopeless romantic."

As Justin stood up, Josie noticed his injured leg. He was limping, clearly having suffered a great deal. "How did you find Paul? You've also met Arnold, right? Did he give you a hard time?"

"Arnold?" Justin scoffed again. "He's an even bigger hopeless romantic."

Josie found his words inexplicably amusing.

When Justin's identity was revealed, Arnold arrived. Upon seeing Justin, he didn't cause any trouble. With an icy demeanor, he remarked, "Ah, it's my brother-in-law. In that case, lock him up with Paul. They can watch out for each other."

After Justin finished speaking, he asked in a peculiar tone, "Just how many people am I a brother-in-law to, really?"

Josie could hardly contain her desire to kill Arnold. "Dexter indeed provided significant assistance. Given the current chaos in Rivodia, unless absolutely necessary, you should avoid making your presence known."

However, Justin felt insulted by her expression of concern. "What do you mean? Do you think we should just let it go? I'll say it again. He harmed my biological father. My father has suffered so much, so I must make them pay!"

"How?" she asked.

Justin's stream of profanities abruptly ceased, leaving him standing there, dumbfounded.

"Besides knowing that the other party is Arnold, what else do you know? Mr. Dalton? Now that La Oriele has been burned down, do you plan to charge at them with a knife?" Every question Josie posed was a genuine expression of confusion, as she intended to calm him down.

Justin responded even more vehemently, "What are you implying? Are you scared, or do you want to play the role of a pampered rich girl? Afraid that all of this will ruin your life, is that it?"

"I've never been afraid!" Josie said earnestly. "What I mean is, you should focus on your recovery first. You don't need to involve yourself in this anymore. Let me handle it." "What?" He asked softly.

"This time, I came to play the role of a strategist. Have you forgotten? I'm a master of revenge."

The animosity Justin had harbored over the past two years couldn't simply be ignored.

When Josie left the hospital, Moses' car was already parked by the roadside. As she opened the car door, she was immediately greeted by a familiar figure.

It was unknown when Dexter had arrived. He was sitting by the window, his arm resting on the windowsill, a cigarette burning between his fingers.

Grape lay nearby, her expression calm.

"She woke up too early, walked for a bit, then got tired. She fell asleep again," he explained softly, extinguishing his cigarette.

Josie asked cautiously, "When did you arrive?"

Dexter grabbed a bottle of disinfectant and sprayed it on his hand, which had just been holding a cigarette. "It won't be much longer," he said.

Josie fell silent, contemplating his words.

"Why didn't you inform Justin that you went to Sumanthova specifically because you had a lead on Paul? If you had told him, he wouldn't resent you as much," Dexter said, revealing that he had arrived early and overheard part of the conversation.Text content © NôvelDrama.Org.

Josie took a deep breath, considering her response. "In the end, I didn't find Paul, so it would seem like I'm just making excuses if I tried to explain."