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

Chapter 620 Learning to Ski

She tumbled headfirst into the snowdrift, the cold air biting at her nose and cheeks. She could taste the snowflakes on her tongue as she gasped for breath. After a moment, she lifted. her head and took a deep breath of the crisp winter air.

Dexter picked up her ski poles, panting as he approached her. “You fool.”

Josie’s face fell into a pout. “It’s only my first time.”

The ski complex was a hive of activity, with people of all social classes enjoying a day of skiing.

No one there could recognize Josie and Dexter, and for the first time in a long time, she felt. like a normal couple skiing with their friends in wintertime.

This was what she had always hoped for with Dexter, to be able to just be themselves and enjoy each other’s company.

Dexter noticed her unfocused gaze and gave her a pinch on her cheeks. “Get up now. The ground is really cold. You can try again.”

Josie held onto his hands. “I like this place.”

“We can come here often if you like it here,” he said, firmly pulling her from the ground.

He assured her confidently, but Josie felt this could be the last time.

Dexter knelt down beside her and gently unlaced her boots. He massaged her ankle tenderly; his lips

your fault for not taking good care

him. A smirk played on his face as soon as he heard her comment. Josie’s face scrunched up as he continued to rub her ankle with a controlled force. A jolt of

blue, she leaned in closer to Dexter and gave him a peck on

off guard. His hands froze in

he regained her senses, her head had already turned to look at the people

the top of

hill slope. “I feel so bad

“Nothing to worry about.

their ski gear and carried her on his back as

to let them know we’re leaving.” she asserted. “We

you think everyone is as foolish as you? They’ll catch

neck, leaning close as he carried her. The white layer of snow softened the edges of

back as they walked towards the exit, but it felt like it was

cold. The snow fell gently, like a million feathers drifting down

narrowed in suspicion. “Have you carried anyone else before?”

else could’ve had this privilege?” he