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

Chapter 561 Winning the Bet

Dexter was awakened by a faint and elusive fragrance. As he opened his eyes, he realized that the soreness in his body had finally subsided, although he found himself drenched in sweat. He rubbed his forehead and sat up, his gaze falling upon several white water lilies delicately arranged on the bedside table.

Sounds were coming from the small kitchen in the room. Dexter glanced over and saw Josie standing there, seemingly simmering soup, her back turned to him.

Dexter curved his lips, not wanting to disturb this tranquility.

Quietly getting up, he entered the bathroom to take a shower.

When he came out again, Josie was no longer there. Dexter wondered if he had been caught in a dream. unsure if the serene scene he had witnessed before was real or a figment of his imagination.

But the soup she had stewed was placed on the table, a tangible reality.

Josie hadn’t left anything behind, and Dexter instinctively looked toward the windowsill. Still, there were no signs of it being touched.

Using a towel to dry his hair with one hand, he sat at the dining table and scooped himself a bowl of his movements somewhat sluggish as he slowly sipped it.

been

his stomach, a sense of desolation washed over

Dexter closed his eyes.

wearing his outer coat, and dashed

was startled by Dexter’s sudden appearance. Watching the man’s figure swiftly disappear, he shouted, “Mr. Russell, please

was no

in frustration and returned to fetch Dexter’s coat

was standing by the roadside, looking around the surroundings as she waited

soup.

was bustling, but she stood still, her beautiful yet wistful figure drawing the attention of those

footsteps stopped as he observed her figure from a distance. Her hair, still damp from

his intense gaze, Josie slowly turned around, meeting his eyes directly, and spoke, “I

to catch up

and grabbed Josie’s hand, walking ahead without uttering

won

and followed beside