Blind Date Turned Proposal (Josie and Dexter)

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Chapter 904 Kept Him Company

The Russell family’s doctor came to look Dexter over and prescribed him some medicine.

Then, he turned to Josie, who stayed, and said, “Mr. Dexter is ill due to overwork, but the

root of the problem lies within his

heart.”

Josie glanced at the man lying on the bed. If it were in the past, she would never have

believed that Dexter was sick at heart. After all, that could never possibly happen to such

an arrogant person.

“Try to counsel him as much as you can. It’s best if you can lift his spirits.”

Josie stayed. Dampening a towel with water, she placed it on his forehead and repeated

that process until three o’clock in the morning.

Dexter’s sleep was far from peaceful. He kept sweating, and his brows knitted deeply

together. It was clear that even in his dreams, he was not happy.

Josie wiped his sweat for him while musing to herself at times. It turns out that this strong

man would also grieve and suffer at the loss of his closest family member.

By three o’clock in the morning, Dexter’s fever had finally subsided. Josie couldn’t sleep,

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so she sat by the bay window. It was autumn then. Outside, the hibiscus in the courtyard

were blooming fervently in the night.

She endured the long hours, counting the time until the break of dawn. Finally, with a firm

resolve, she walked to the table beside Dexter’s bed and picked up His personal phone.

The phone case he was using was the one she chose for him, and the background was the

words she personally wrote-Everything You Want Will Be Better Than You Expected.

He was puzzled at that moment and asked, “Why isn’t it may all your wishes come true?”

Josie answered earnestly, “I read a book that said ‘everything you want will be better than

you expected’ is

of greater significance than ‘may all your wishes come true. It’s the best blessing one can

give.”

When Dexter heard that, his lips curved into a smile, and he accepted the phone case she

personally put on for him.

The edges of the phone case had oxidized, indicating that it had been used for a long

time. Josie hadn’t expected him to have retained it for so long.

She opened the phone case and placed a tiny recording device inside. It was so small that

it was almost imperceptible, and even if it were discovered or fell out, it wouldn’t be

suspected to be a recording device.

Even if she were interrogated about it, she could explain it off well.

Josie replaced the phone case, casting a glance at the man sleeping soundly before

lowering her gaze.

When dawn broke, Dexter finally woke up. He opened his eyes, only to be greeted by the

sight of Josie, who had fallen asleep sprawled over the edge of the bed Her prohle was

chubby, and her lips were slightly pouted

He gazed at her for a long time until the servant who made a shushing gesture the person

to deliver breakfast knocked on the door He

Casually picking up his phone from the bedside table, e tapped open the camera and

snapped a picture

of her as though guided by some unseen force.

Once he fell ill, it lasted for a full three to four days. He stayed at Russell Mansion with

absolutely no contact with the outside world.

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Josie kept him company by his side, both of them tacitly avoiding any mention of the

past.

When Dexter was feeling better, he enjoyed sunbathing in the courtyard. A cat someone

else reared often came by, and he happily played with it.

News of Henry’s passing had already spread within the circle, but the outside world was

still in the dark. He browsed the news occasionally, and on a typical afternoon, he

instructed Larry to publish a press release about it.

After making the call, he turned off his phone. At that moment, Josie found a badminton

racket from somewhere and asked him with a smile, “How about a match?”

The autumn wind puffed up his coat. Dexter reached out to take it, asking somewhat

absentmindedly, “Do you know how to play?”

“You must be joking. My badminton skills were taught by an expert.”

Dexter’s faint smile faded slightly as he thought of Morgan since she once mentioned that

the latter had taught her many things.

However, as Josie played against him, the picture in her mind was that confident and

cheerful lad who taught her how to play badminton step by step.

Most often, he said, “You’re the dumbest person in the whole of Wavery, Leanne.”

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