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

Chapter 622 Showing Affection

Dexter placed her luggage down and explained, “The water is said to have healing

properties.” He shuffled about, his hands touching the furniture around him. “You can finally start to make up for the time you lost at the Sky Palace.”

He still remembered.

Larry had arranged dinner for them inside the villa, in which Wavery’s local dishes were served. Dexter strode into the restaurant in his casual outfit, his confidence radiating off of him. This was the first time anyone had seen him outside of work, and they were all surprised by how different he looked. His sternness had been replaced by a youthful look, and he carried himself with a demeanor that was both charming and disarming.

On the other hand, Josie’s face was painted with makeup that accentuated her beautiful appearance. She understood the importance of her role as Dexter’s wife.

During dinner, Dexter, accompanied by Josie, gave a toast to everyone at the table, “I hope you have a great time here.”

Josie raised her glass in a cheerful toast, her smile lighting up the room.

Summer had her business meeting at the table next to theirs. When she saw what was happening at their table, her hands clenched tightly, her fingers digging into her palms as jealousy rose within her.

As the night went on, someone at the table became tipsy and started stuttering as they asked. Josie, “Is Mr. Russell as stern at home as he is in the office? Aren’t you afraid of him?”

Josie glanced at the man beside her. He was holding a champagne glass, swirling the champagne inside indifferently. After a moment’s pause, she shook her head at the executive.

Dexter stopped swirling his champagne glass and pinched her cheek lightly with a playful grin. “Why did you take so long to answer? I’ve never been stern with

you.

“He gets angry easily.”

I say no,

speechless

forceful laugh, her eyes sparkling with mirth. “See! This is what

throat, his face flushing red. He was

tease.

like a symphony of love, filled with playful

deep breath and walked over with her glass. “Mrs. Russell, I would like to make a toast to you.

her with

couldn’t reject her toast in front

said through a thin sheer

touch the glass, Dexter swiftly took it from her. “My wife can’t drink,” he interjected. “I’ll drink

question,

taken aback. She didn’t have a chance to

course,” Summer

glass of champagne, showing

drink, the people at the table started to