Blind Date Turned Proposal novel Chapter 975

“I want to drink water.”

“Bear with it!”

“If I had died of thirst, I wouldn't have been able to see your sister's wedding.”

Johnny stared at her impatiently, then reluctantly picked up the bottle of mineral water from the ground and slowly fed it to Josie. “Didn't get enough rainwater last night, did you?”

After finishing her drink, Josie finally felt a bit more at ease. She looked at Johnny and suddenly burst into laughter, a laughter that was truly heartfelt.

Baffled by her laughter, Johnny exclaimed, “What are you laughing at?”

Josie was very happy. “You're so young. Why do you always pretend to be fierce and menacing? You can't even pull it off convincingly.”

At first glance, Johnny appeared to be someone who had been thrown into the hustle and bustle of society at a young age. His face bore the marks of hardship, yet it was clear that he was not particularly old.

After being teased, he gave a fierce kick, sending the stool flying. “Stop trying to cozy up to me,” he barked, “It's none of your d*mn business!”

“In a rush, aren't you?” Josie pursued, “You haven't done anything life-threatening before, have you? Just by looking at your knife, which doesn't even have a sharpened edge, I can tell it's only for show.”

Johnny was poked fun again, a hint of embarrassment on his face. “If you're seeking death, I can draw my blade right now!” he threatened.

“Are you Heather's university classmate?” Josie looked at him, analyzing, “But it doesn't seem like it. You don't appear to have received higher education.”

“You really have the nerve to say that. Don't you value your life?” Johnny was furious, gripping her throat tightly.

“She must be someone you met off-campus, right? She must have done something significant for you, a huge favor, that would make you go to such lengths for her, correct?” Josie couldn't stop herself. A picture was already forming in her mind.

She wasn't sure if her guess was correct, but Johnny's gaze held a certain complexity. His force intensified as he retorted, “What's it to you?”

“You hold my life in your hands. How could it not matter?”