Blind Date Turned Proposal (Josie and Dexter)

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Chapter 811 Seeing Her Birthmark Clearly

The swimsuit was placed in front of Heather. She didn’t move, seemingly a bit nervous, as

she looked up at Dexter.

He seemed puzzled because what Josie had just said did make some sense.

“The swimsuit is quite revealing,” she said.

Dexter only took a glance and said, “It’s a matter of a few minutes. Change it once you’re

done swimming”

There was no pity for her in his words.

“Does Ms. Olsen still have reservations?” Eugene, who was in high spirits, gradually

became less enthusiastic, seemingly reproaching her for being overly concerned.

“No.”

Feeling a bit disappointed that Dexter didn’t stand up for her, Heather picked up her

swimsuit and got up to change.

In the midst of waiting, Josie maintained a calm exterior, yet her palms were sweating with

anxiety. She didn’t even know what she was worried about. To be precise, it was more like

anticipation…

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Morgan fetched a glass of orange juice. “Have a sip, it will help you calm down.”

Josie furrowed her brows, taking it over after a moment.

She stared at one of the women in the pool and suddenly said, “I’ve seen this woman

before, she works in La Oriele.”

Morgan was befuddled by her remark.

“The fact that you managed to bring the ladies from La Oriele to entertain your business

partners, Morgan, you’re quite something,” Josie said, a teasing smile on her face as she

stared intently at him.

Morgan was only surprised for a moment before quickly returning to his usual self. “Have

you been to La Oriele?”

Josie laid her cards on the table. “I’ve been there, and I even saw you.”

He sneered. “No wonder I thought the person that day looked so much like you. You didn’t

go with Dexter, did you?”

His voice was neither loud nor soft. Josie, afraid that Dexter might overhear, changed the

subject. “What’s your relationship with them?”

After changing her clothes, Heather came out. Morgan watched her as she walked toward

him and said,

The Bastille family has so many businesses. Is it strange for me to invest in one or two

country clubs with potential for growth?”

Of course, it was not strange, but it just so happened to be La Oriele, which inevitably

made Josie suspicious. She nodded. “Anyway, I have no evidence, so whatever you say

goes.”

Heather walked up to Dexter. “Dex, does this look okay?”

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revealing. He glanced at her and said, “Pretty good.”

“Now that everything is in order, let’s get started,” said Eugene, finally regaining his

enthusiasm. Josie was standing too far away, and Heather was facing her, so she couldn’t

see her back clearly.

With a whistle from Eugene, everyone simultaneously dove into the water, swimming

toward the opposite bank. Heather wasn’t very good at swimming and was slow. By the

time the group had almost finished swimming, she was just starting to return.

It was at this moment that Josie could finally see Heather’s back. It wasn’t very noticeable,

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but one could indeed make out a birthmark.

As she swam closer, Josie could finally make out the exact location of her birthmark.

At her shoulder blade, there was a tiny red birthmark, almost imperceptible unless one

looked closely. It was shaped like a cloud.

Josie confirmed that she wasn’t mistaken. Her body tensed. The glass she was holding

slipped from her grasp, crashing to the floor, and spilling orange juice everywhere.

Morgan was the first to stand up. “What’s wrong?”

Upon looking over, Dexter immediately saw the scene of Morgan protecting Josie behind

him. The former was incredibly tense, while the latter’s lips were pale as if they had seen

something terrifying.

Dexter made a move when Heather suddenly called out, “Dex.”

He paused.

She extended her hand in the water. “Pull me up.”

He lowered his gaze, his eyes landing precisely on her birthmark. It was that very mark

that eased his furrowed brow, softening his expression slightly.

“Get up.” He bent down, pulling her up, ignoring the pain that tugged at the back injury.

Josie stared at Heather, her face pale and her hands trembling.

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