Blind date turned proposal (Josie and Dexter)
Chapter 1301 Taking Care

The Russell residence was mostly composed of ancient-style courtyard buildings, one nested within another, with a vast expanse of land that seemed endless.

Under the moonlight, the bright yellow tiles shone with exceptional brilliance.

Josie was carried into the main house's room, which was crowded with people. Dexter carefully placed her on the bed. "She's allergic to alcohol and had quite a bit. Take a look at her."

The doctor who had been waiting by immediately bent down to diagnose her. Red rashes had appeared on her arms, and she couldn't resist the urge to scratch them.

Dexter held her down.

"It's a mild alcohol allergy, nothing serious. I'll prescribe some medicine for her to take."

"Why isn't she awake then?" Dexter's brow furrowed tightly.

The doctor was momentarily stunned, finding it hard to imagine that this was the main figure of the Russell family. He smiled. "Worry often clouds judgement. She's merely drunk. Some hangover remedy should do the trick."

Only then did Dexter's tightly furrowed brow relax.

When Moses returned with Grape, Dexter was standing in the small kitchen, cooking a pot of soup.

After listening to the report, Dexter didn't turn around. "Understood. You can rest now."

The hangover remedy and soup was delivered to Josie's room. She was asleep, with Grape lying beside her, clutching her hand pitifully.

She looked tired from staying up too late.

Dexter reached out. "Come."

Grape obediently lay on his shoulder and whispered, "Will Mommy still be here when I wake up tomorrow?"

"Of course, now go to sleep."

Under the moonlight, the man's figure lost its harshness, becoming gentle and lively. He cradled her in the corridor for some time, soothing her with sweet words. Once she fell asleep, he carefully carried her into the room and tenderly tucked her into bed.

When he returned, Josie had already sobered up quite a bit. She was half-leaning on the bed, gazing blankly at the moonlight outside.

"Why aren't you eating after waking up?"

Dexter stepped forward, a hint of amusement twinkling in his dark eyes.

"It's rare to see Mr. Russell angry and Dexter putting a child to sleep. It's quite interesting," Josie said calmly.

"I received the information last minute. Those in the know have been kept quiet, so don't worry. It won't leak out."

Dexter sat beside her, lifting a bowl of hangover soup to her lips. "Drink this."

She was especially compliant that night, offering no resistance. She drank sip by sip, and the burning sensation in her chest indeed subsided significantly.

"The Olsen family is putting pressure on me as they received some internal news and want to put me in my place. Laura cannot be blamed."

Even though Josie was not fully conscious, she still managed to hear the gist of it.

Dexter refrained from commenting on the matter. After feeding her the hangover remedy to sober her up, he tried to feed her the soup, but she refused to open her mouth. He had to put it down. "Mark now knows about tonight's events."

"Who told him?" Josie frowned.

"If he wants you to stay at the Olsen family, he'll show his sincerity. If they want you to endure such grievances, then there's no need to stay."

He put down the bowl and spoon. As he turned serious, his expression became stern and unapproachable.

Josie looked at him and suddenly smiled. "You're right. If I can't stay with the Olsen family, I really don't know where I should be."

Dexter immediately responded, "With the Russell family."

The two exchanged a glance. A surge of ambiguity grew between them, leaving them both momentarily stunned.

"This will always be your home. That's a fact."

The world outside the window was quiet, with only the chirping sounds of birds audible.

Josie smiled gently, the moonlight falling on her arm, making her look tender and beautiful.

"I didn't see Grape today. She might be upset."

"You'll see her tomorrow."

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