Blind Date Turned Proposal

Chapter 375 My Heart Belongs Elsewhere
A wave of dismay washed over Josic, and the fleeting excitement dissipated. The contract in her hands now felt like a sizzling
hot plate, too precarious to handle. Lost for words, she stammered. “This...”
This could be serious if caught red-handedly.
Arnold shrugged it off, “If things go wrong. Eileen will step in.”
Has she been used?
Josie was stunned for a while. “She seems to like you a lot,” she finally murmured.
Arnold remained indifferent, slowly capped his pen, and answered coldly. “My heart belongs to someone else.”
Josie chose not to probe further. “It seems I have no choice but to go all out, even if it means risking everything for this billion-
dollar deal.”
The room fell into a long and deep silence.
A gentle rapping on the study door broke the silence as Eileen’s soothing voice chimed in, “Are you finished? The mousse is
ready to be served.”
A gentle smile etched on Arnold’s lips as he cordially invited Josic, “Stay and have a meal before you go.” Arnold’s mood
changes rapidly and dramatically, displaying an intense and unpredictable temperament. Taking a moment to observe her
surroundings, she paused and appreciated the house’s spotless cleanliness and meticulous arrangement. The prevalence of
pink-colored items throughout added an undeniable touch of adorableness and charm.
Wyatt was shocked after signing the contract and immediately questioned Josie about the source of the money. Without
hesitation, Josie disclosed all the details.
Wyatt’s skepticism dissipated, and he enquired, “Josic, how did you and Arnold meet?”
... in some unexpected circumstances.”
Without prying further, Wyatt asked curtly, “Did he send those meals and flowers?”

Josie’s agitation grew as she gazed at the freshly delivered bouquet of roses.
She deliberately tossed the bouquet into the trash bin and said nonchalantly, “The news of Arnold’s rumored engagement to a
wealthy heiress is causing quite a commotion. You’re reading too much into it.”
Her eyes caught sight of a card nestled among the blooms. Her mind flickered, momentarily enticed to reach out and uncover its
secrets. But she restrained herself, resisting the urge to pick it up and uncover its
secrets.
Josie inadvertently left her laptop in Mason Garden as she left hastily after the meal.
Lost in her thoughts, she checked the time and assumed Dexter would still be engaged in the meeting
discussing the Carter Group.
She drove off hurriedly in Wyatt’s car. As a foreign vehicle approached Mason Garden, the security guards were prepared to
intercept it. However, their surprise grew as the car window lowered to reveal Josie. They exclaimed, “Madam...”
Josie made a conscious effort to park her car discreetly, but despite her best intentions, she was inevitably
discovered.
The wistful dusk of autumn awakens a sense of solitude.
Josie handed the car keys to the servant and stood by the staircase leading to Mason Garden’s interior.
She glanced at the servant and innocently asked, “Can I go upstairs to get something?”
The servant looked bewildered and answered, “Madam, you don’t need to ask me.”
She is Mrs. Russell, after all.
Josie chuckled wryly as she hurried upstairs, finding the master bedroom untouched. The balcony revealed the pitiful state of the
neglected potted plants, their soil dry and foliage on the verge of wilting.
Josie glanced around, unable to find her computer in its usual spot. She searched fruitlessly, considering going downstairs to
look for it. Suddenly, a solemn and commanding voice trailed along the corridor. “Why does Mrs. Russell sneak around like a

thief when returning home?”
Josie stood still as she peered down to see Dexter seated on the sofa downstairs. His gaze held a mischievous allure, and a cold
smile graced his lips.
Josie felt a chill run down her spine as fear and embarrassment enveloped her.
Had he been there all this time?