Blind Date Turned Proposal novel Chapter 1183

With a look tinged with concern, Josie cast a glance over her shoulder, the question hanging in the air, “You're coming with me?”

Dexter drove in silence, steering the car toward the dock's vicinity with a focused determination. Reaching for his phone, he swiftly keyed in a number and showed it to Josie, explaining, “This number puts you in touch with Rivodia's second-in-command, Lucas Yowell. He's reliable and can offer assistance when you find yourself in a tight spot.”

Josie, mirroring his actions, fetched her own phone. Moses and the team quickly converged on their location, all dressed inconspicuously in everyday attire, blending seamlessly with the surroundings.

Josie's expression betrayed her concern as she asked, “And what about you?”

“I'll be right here, waiting,” Dexter replied, his face betraying no emotion. “Mr. Vipera is one of Mr. Dalton's trusted old guards. He wouldn't be involved in daylight operations unless necessary. It's plausible that the intel we got might be a decoy. If Arnold's as crafty as we suspect, then the real action's going to unfold right here.”

The river lay ahead, dotted with several large ships moored at a distance.

Josie grasped the gravity of the situation just as she was about to exit the vehicle. Dexter suddenly halted her departure.

Effortlessly, he popped open the car trunk and rummaged through, eventually handing her two objects. “For protection.”

She scrutinized the items, a flash of recognition in her eyes—a stark, ominous barrel stared back at her, a haunting echo of past encounters.

Noticing her hesitation, Dexter, without a word, tucked one of the items securely behind her waist, cautioning, “We're dealing with cornered foes; vigilance is paramount.”

In this proximity, the subtle signs of time on Dexter's features were unmistakable—the lines that now framed his eyes spoke volumes of the years that had passed. He was no longer the youthful figure of their earlier days.

Josie nodded slightly, her mind wandering back, “In the past, you would have never allowed me to face such danger.”

Dexter's demeanor remained unflustered as he met her gaze. “You've come into your own, strong and independent. A bird destined to soar can't remain caged forever, right?”

Gaining Dexter's confidence was an accomplishment in itself. Josie forced a small smile, acknowledging the sentiment.

Dexter echoed the gesture, adding softly, “I merely provided the wings.”

There was an underlying tone of solitude in their exchange that Josie couldn't ignore. As she prepared to step out of the car, a concern surfaced, “Are you... Are you dealing with any health issues?”