Blind Date Turned Proposal (Josie and Dexter)

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Chapter 895 Young Dexter

It wasn’t until during the first semester when Dexter was in grade 11 that the school, in an

effort to alleviate academic stress, specifically held a singing competition. Watching his

classmates jumping around like monkeys let out of a zoo, Leanne remained indifferent,

On the day of the finals, she sneaked off to sleep backstage, undisturbed by any

commotion.

What she hadn’t expected was that she would sleep so soundly. By the time she fully woke

up, both the front and back stages were already deserted. A vast darkness had

descended. The window hadn’t been shut tight, and the night wind was very cool. As it

poured in through the window, it felt particularly chilling.

She slowly rose to her feet, straining to make out her surroundings, but could only discern

faint shadows. Her heart pounded in her chest, and she swallowed hard. Feeling her way

along the wall, inch by inch, she tried to locate the door.

She heard her own rapid breathing amplified manifold in the pitch-black room, her legs

feeling somewhat

weak.

When the door suddenly swung open with a click, she was so startled that she jumped, let

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out a scream, and then her legs gave way, causing her to fall clumsily to the ground. The

person who opened the door seemed equally startled by her reaction and stood frozen in

the doorway.

It was at that moment that Dexter entered her line of sight. Once she saw him clearly, she

was on the verge of tears. “Dex!”

Dexter stood upright at the door, appearing very stalwart, still maintaining the posture he

had when he first opened the door.

He was somewhat taken aback. “Leanne, how come you’re here? I’ve been looking for you

for ages!”

She got up, her voice muffled from the shock. “I fell asleep and no one woke me up.”

Young Dexter laughed and stepped forward. With a familiar case, he slapped his hand

against the wall and the room was suddenly bathed in light. The abrupt brightness stung

her eyes, causing her to close them. It took her a moment before she could open them

again,

She dusted off her clothes, watching him in his school uniform, tall and thin, bending over

steadily to open a drawer and pull out a pair of white headphones. He said, “If I hadn’t left

my headphones here, I really wouldn’t have found you.”

With childlike innocence, she reached out her hand, asking him to hold her.

With a sense of helplessness, Dexter extended his hand, hoisted her onto his back, and

walked out.

She was lying on him, feeling sleepy, when she suddenly remembered, “Dex, did you

participate in the singing competition? What did you sing?”

Dexter was surprised. “You don’t know?”

“I don’t know! Was it a nursery rhyme?” she asked, her voice still carrying a childlike

innocence.

“I sang an Uprian song.” Dexter couldn’t help but sigh. “You’re still a child, but I’ve already

grown up.”

“How old can you be? You’re just three years my senior

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Despite the three-year-gap, the difference in their maturity was significant.

That summer after she graduated from elementary school, she managed to get into the

middle school of the same institution with her barely passing grades. Henry was so

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delighted that he took them both on a special trip abroad.

It was quite strange. She had traveled to far-off places and returned unscathed. Yet, on the

eve of starting school, she simply vanished after returning home from the Fu family’s

house, disappearing from the lives. of the two people who loved her dearly.

The dream was chaotic, with many things surfacing in the mind, rushing out one after

another, exceptionally vivid and clear.

The image of the young boy in her dreams gradually merged with the man standing

before her. A strong sense of dependence surged within her, almost making her lose her

voice.

“Ms. Warren! Ms. Warren is awake! Where’s the doctor? A familiar voice echoed in her

ears. She struggled to open her eyes, seeing the stark white ceiling above.

Her forehead hurt, and so did her brain.

Josie stared at the ceiling for a while before accepting the reality of waking up from a

dream.

Why did she wake up? Perhaps it was because her memory stopped there.

“Ms. Warren?” the doctor asked as he took measurements of her vitals. “How are you

feeling?”

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