Blind Date Turned Proposal novel Chapter 1008

Without a doubt, Josie was well aware of the situation. She furrowed her brow and said, "Allow him to enter."

Mallory stood up leisurely, passing by Morgan, who had been waiting at the door all this time, and said to Justin, "Let's go inside."

Quietly, Justin followed. However, he was stopped by Mallory's remark. "Remember your manners."

Justin hesitated for a moment but continued forward.

Since she was essentially his superior, a gentle reminder from her wouldn't hurt.

The man sitting in the corner emitted an aura of desolation, an unusual display of exhaustion. Ryan, who had been standing nearby, couldn't help but speak up. "Ms. Whiteford, our boss has been waiting here for three to four days. This is truly unfair."

Mallory raised an eyebrow and replied, "Indeed, it is unreasonable. Let him go then."

This was the first time Mallory had come face to face with Morgan. His eyes were expressive, concealing a sharp edge. He seemed vaguely familiar, but it was evident that he was no ordinary individual.

Ryan seemed to want to say something more but was silenced by the intensity in Morgan's gaze.

"Mallory..." He pronounced her name, syllable by syllable. "Have we met before?"

She paused, intently studying Morgan's face.

Their eyes locked.

Mallory remembered everything.

Long before she deliberately provoked Calvin, she had encountered him. It was a long time ago, back when Josie hadn't yet attended university and hadn't met Morgan.

At that time, she had returned to her home country from abroad. By the time she arrived at the airport, it was already three in the morning.

Even in the early hours, the airport remained bustling with people.

She maneuvered through the crowd, her phone continuously buzzing with incoming messages. They were from her questionable friends: "Don't rush off after disembarking from the plane. I've arranged for someone to pick you up. Call this number."

Mallory typed with one hand, slowly responding: "Finally, I have the chance to be human for once."

Morgan suddenly had a realization.

Without much suspicion, he turned off his cell phone.

The streets were deserted in the early hours, with cars speeding like arrows released from their bows.

Mallory sat in the back seat, her gaze falling upon the man's distinct face reflected in the rearview mirror. His eyes and brows held a casual indifference, as if nothing in the world mattered to him.

"They had a gathering at home, and everyone had too much to drink, so I was called to come pick you up," Morgan informed her.

Mallory nodded in understanding, then asked, "Do you have a girlfriend?"

Morgan grinned. "You have an inkling."

She neither confirmed nor denied. "What if I said there was?"

Morgan simply smiled.