Blind Date Turned Proposal

Dexter was idly toying with a lighter, his patience seemingly on the thin side.

"Who told you that I have a thing for women in white gowns?"

That single sentence struck Juliette like a lightning bolt, causing her to freeze in place, and she could barely keep her smile on her face. Clenching the cutlery beside her plate tightly, she asked, "What?" Dexter glared at her, feeling nothing but annoyance. He didn't have the patience to waste time with her.

"You're a good woman, but you don't need to waste your energy on me. I'm not worth it."

Years of hidden feelings were exposed just like that, without any buildup or preparation.

Juliette's smile turned incredibly bitter, but she understood Dexter. He wouldn't have been so disrespectful if he hadn't reached his limit.

Her lips parted, and she said, "Dexter, I... I haven't even confessed my feelings yet."

He remained silent.

"How could you ever think you're not worth it? I've been on my own for so long, taking over the family affairs at just twenty-two years old. I've weathered countless storms and met many men over the years, but none have made me feel the way you do. Dexter, everything you do shines in my eyes. I'm captivated by you. I even expanded my business to Wavery because of you. Everyone says that I'm one of the few female friends by your side. I thought I was a bit different, at least. Was I not?"

Casting all caution to the wind, Juliette laid bare her feelings. Her only desire was to elicit even the slightest waver from the cool-headed man before her.

Yet, he remained unfazed throughout her confession, as if he were looking at a stranger.

Dexter wanted to say something, but just then, his phone, which was placed on the table, rang. He reached out to grab it immediately, but Juliette was quicker. She pinned his hand down and urged, "Let me finish."

A wave of frustration suddenly surged within Dexter, and he put more strength into pulling his hand free. "Let go."

"Dexter!"

"I said, let go."

A look of sorrow crossed Juliette's face. In the end, all she could do was slowly let go of his hand before watching him swiftly unlock his phone. She wasn't sure whose message it was, but after reading it, his restlessness somewhat subsided, his tense expression even becoming gentler.

After responding to the other party, Dexter stood up. "I've made my intentions clear. I've also paid for the meal, so take your time and enjoy it." In the end, he still left her a shred of dignity out of respect for their past relationship.

"Dexter!" Juliette also rose to her

feet, losing control as she shouted

at Dexter's retreating figure, "Do you really not want to know who the owner of Eccentric Corporation is?"

The man didn't pause in his stride.

"I dare say that even Preston is unaware of his identity, but I know! He's tied to Russell Group!"

Upon hearing this, Dexter's steps faltered slightly. He turned his head and demanded, "Who?"

Upon seeing his hesitation, a gleam

of joy flashed across Juliette's face. She quickly rummaged through her bag and pulled out some

documents, holding them up high. wasn't lying to you earlier. I really

here to discuss business. As far as I know, Russell Group's investment into the medical field is definitely going to be Eccentric Corporation's. You wouldn't want others to exploit this opportunity, would you? Stay, let me finish my pitch, and then I'll tell you more."

For a moment, Dexter remained still. Only half a minute had passed before he quickly turned around and took a seat. "I'm only giving you ten minutes." "That's enough."

By then, it was already twenty past eight, so Dexter messaged Josie, advising her to eat first if she was hungry.

Taking a deep breath, Juliette calmed her emotions and said sorrowfully, "Can we really only be friends?"

Women always tended to dwell on

such matters. Dexter frowned slightly and answered, "You saved my life once, but the only thing I can promise you in return is peace for the Witherspoon family throughout this lifetime. Nothing more than that."

Tears fell rapidly down Juliette's face.NôvelDrama.Org holds text © rights.

"Preston told me that you have a fondness for women in white gowns," she said.

"He misunderstood. I only like to see my ex-wife dressed that way."