Blind Date Turned Proposal novel Chapter 1381

Naturally, the hotel was off-limits. Josie remained in the car, tilting her head back to gaze at the towering hotel building.

For people with Dexter's status, if something went wrong during the review, there were plenty who might consider jumping off a building. Therefore, the accommodations were always arranged on lower floors, like the third floor, to prevent any communication with the outside world.

Josie was at the back entrance of the hotel. Josie got out of the car, looked up, and counted the rooms once. Still unsure, she counted again. Only then did she pick up a small stone from the ground, and with all her might, she threw it toward the fourth room.

The sound was pleasing to the ear, yet there was no stir within. Josie was slightly winded, and bending down, she picked up a few more pebbles to throw above.

By the time the fifth pebble was tossed, the window was opened from the inside.

Josie looked up, her heart leaping into her throat, terrified that it might be a guard.

The woman was clad in a form-fitting, rose-colored gown, her long hair slightly curled. Her eyes were bright and clear, full of life. On that autumn night, she was catching her breath under the illumination of the streetlights, her face filled with anticipation.

Dexter opened the window, and that was the scene that greeted him.

At that moment, his weary, numb heart suddenly jolted. The gloom slowly dissipated, and her smiling face gradually took over his entire heart.

Only when Josie could finally make out the figure did she allow herself to breathe a sigh of relief. She stood by the car, instinctively wanting to call out to Dexter.

She held back the words that were on the tip of her tongue. With a wave of her hand toward him, she was brimming with excitement.

Dexter took a few steps back, allowing her to get a clear view of him.

Unable to speak, Josie didn't know how to convey her thoughts. She pointed to her clothes, implying that she had seen the card.

Dexter's knuckles turned white as he gripped the window frame. He nodded slightly, indicating that he, too, had noticed the outfit she was wearing.

It suited her well.

From a considerable distance, Josie strained to make out his face, but it remained indistinct. All that was discernible was his poorly concealed exhaustion and pain.

She was at a loss for words, unsure of what to say.

The night was cold, causing fog to form on the car window glass. Josie turned around and carefully, letter by letter, word by word, wrote on it: The signing went smoothly.

Josie's slender, alabaster fingers paused momentarily before writing: Are you all right?

Josie then wrote: When will it end?