Blind Date Turned Proposal

Josie didn’t reply and only glanced at this man whom even drunkenness couldn’t hide his charm, and asked indifferently, “Where
to?”
Arnold squinted his eyes. “Don’t you already know the few places I frequent in Wavery?”
These words were too intimate, stirring up Josie’s memories of hardship with him. She asked, “Sky Palace?”
“Let’s go to the hospital.” He leaned over, setting up the navigation.
Emotions surged within Josie, yet she feigned calmness. “Is it appropriate at this late hour?”
Arnold said with a hint of teasing, “What are you referring to?”
“The procedure.”
“I’ve arranged for the staff to take care of everything.”
So, Josie stopped talking and stepped on the gas.
The hospital was brightly lit. Arnold walked ahead, his back appearing somewhat nonchalant. Josie stared at him, reminiscing
about the past. Perhaps they could have become close friends if he hadn’t chosen this path.
There were police officers stationed outside Edward’s hospital room. Technically, visiting hours were over, but Arnold had no
trouble getting in.
“Just wait a moment,” he said, continuing on his way.
The door to the ward was slightly ajar, and Josie stood at the entrance. He could see Edward lying in the hospital bed, one hand
handcuffed, the other hooked up to an IV drip. He looked to be in his fifties or sixties, his appearance not particularly aged, but
his hair had already turned white.
It was evident that he was a serious and ambitious man in his early years.
Arnold sat next to him, exchanging a few words. During their conversation, Edward glanced toward the door. Josie instinctively
dodged, avoiding his gaze.
After a while, Arnold opened the door and said to her, “Come in.”

Josie furrowed her brows and followed him inside. Edward was already sitting upright, scrutinizing her meticulously.
Josie called out, “Mr. Carter.”
Edward remained silent. The sharp vigilance in his eyes was unlike that of a convict who had spent several years in prison.
“Dad,” Arnold called softly. “She was passing by and came to see you.”
Edward took a deep breath, looking at Josie. “I know you. Your name is Josie.”
She was very calm. “It seems Arnold has mentioned me
“More than once.” Edward’s response was clearly dissatisfied.
“I’ve been through thick and thin with Arnold. We can be considered close friends. It hasn’t been easy for him to get you where
you are today,” Josie stated calmly.
“Old Mr. Russell has passed away. The fact that Arnold didn’t get the chance for me to pay my respects is a sign of his
insolence.”
He was essentially reminding her one thing-Dexter would kill him if he had indeed shown up.
Josie’s lips curled slightly. “Your good intentions are what matter most. You have done what you can do.. I’m sure Old Mr. Russell
will rest in peace knowing that
With an indifferent snort, Edward looked at her with a somewhat strange gaze.
“Since the two of you have parted ways, devote yourself wholeheartedly to assisting Arnold. If you’re truly committed, your status
doesn’t matter.”
Josie glanced at Arnold, unsure of what he had said to Edward, shifting the latter’s attitude to a somewhat ambiguous stance.
Arnold remained silent, pouring a glass of water to sober up.
“Assist him on his smuggling journey?” Josie’s voice was icy cold.
Edward was not surprised at all. “For those who want to achieve great things, courage is the most important. If you’re afraid to do
even this, you might as well not call yourself a man.”

After hearing those words, Josie finally understood who Arnold had learned his inherent recklessness from.
“Mr. Carter, there should at least be some boundaries, right?” She chuckled lightly.
After a few seconds of silence, Edward came to a conclusion. “You’re not on the same path as him.”
He glanced at Arnold, who was drinking water. Puzzled Edward asked, “What’s wrong with Summer?”
Arnold’s lips curled into a smirk. “You’ve never seen her draw a gun. We’re birds of a feather.”