That Day When I Got Married to My Boss at the Blind Date

Chapter 447 Thorns

Josie felt her heart swell at his words, but she couldn’t help but find fault with him. “Are you saying that I look ugly with this scar?”

Dexter froze, his eyes narrowing as he looked at her. “If you don’t want to suffer more pain, stop saying nonsense,” he warned, his voice cold and threatening.

Josie had no intention of stopping there. “Liana never had a scar before, right? Why are you going to such an extent for me?” she asked, her eyes challenging him.

Dexter kept silent, his jaw clenched. He was not going to give her the satisfaction of answering her question. Josie felt bored talking to herself.

She could feel the needle pricking her skin and bit her lip to keep herself from crying out in pain. She looked down at the bedsheets and noticed her hands were clenching the fabric tightly.

“Let go,” Dexter said, his voice sharp.

Her fingers were red, almost bruising from holding on too tightly.

“It hurts!” Josie cried out, her voice filled with pain.

Dexter threw a sponge at her. “Hold this,” he demanded.

She did not expect Dexter to show consideration for her situation, and she was surprised by his sudden act of kindness.

“Why do you know how to tattoo?” she inquired.

a few

couldn’t see what he was tattooing on her. “I want a nice tattoo,” she started mumbling, her voice increasingly agitated. “Do you even know

anxious questioning, his

as the needle touched her

up and down as he swallowed hard. He wanted to

to be something meaningful so that you can

do you want me to

Her face was all scrunched up from

said, “I didn’t marry you because of

stared at him, unsure of how she

of you mixed up at the start. It had already been twenty years since I last saw Leanne. No matter how close we were when we were young, I wouldn’t let that friendship affect

washed over her doubts like a warm wave,

to work

to her, but to you, I feel every

please believe me?” his eyes

in her chest as she

was unwavering when he was hard at work. The angles on his face were sharp and chiseled as if they had been carved from stone. His dark, profound eyes gazed straight into hers as

afraid she would whimper in pain from the piercing of the needle, he tried

she could see the

that moment, she