Blind Date Turned Proposal novel Chapter 1287

Dexter's handwriting was excellent.

Josie still remembered Dexter's childhood days when his grandfather had arranged for the best calligraphy master in Wavery to teach him. The master didn't agree to teach him for money but for personal relationships.

She had once snuck in secretly. Dexter, more often than not, seemed to be daydreaming, as if everything else was more intriguing than the ink and quill pen in front of him.

Seeing that he had no interest in studying, Josie secretly took him out to play.

The teacher was often so frustrated that he was practically fuming.

There was no helping it. Dexter was a prodigy, so even when he was only half as good, he still outshone those who had dedicated over a decade to professional study. And this didn't change even after all these years.

The strokes were as precise as iron etchings and as delicate as silver hooks, displaying a harmony that was as seamless as clouds floating across the sky and water flowing down a stream.

Josie found herself enveloped in an embrace from behind, her right hand held firmly in his. As the pen fell onto the paper, the essence of calligraphy emerged immediately.

“The art of writing requires a calm mind. When the mind isn't at peace, whatever you try to write won't turn out well,” said Dexter.

The two were standing so close that they could feel each other's warmth. Josie felt a bit uncomfortable and asked, “Can I interpret everything that happened today as a veiled threat?”

Dexter led her to re-dip the ink. “I told you last time Josephine's father was released. Don't forget the prerequisite is Summer's pillow talk. She was still in Rivodia, staying by that person's side. If they were to plot something with Mr. Dalton, who do you think would be the first to take action?”

Josie fell silent for a moment.

Staying with the Olsen family was evidently her best option. Dexter was powerful enough that they wouldn't dare to act recklessly. Therefore, their only choice was to target those who were most important to each other.

Paul would undoubtedly be the first one, and Josie knew that, which was why she became even more silent.

Dexter knew she had already figured it out, so he didn't press further. Suddenly, he said, “Grape took a tumble this morning.”

A jolt of alarm shot through Josie's heart. She immediately turned around and pushed him away. “Is she okay? Is it serious?”

Dexter retreated a few steps. He glanced at the ink that had spilled onto the paper, a faint smile playing on his lips.