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

Before leaving the studio, Josie countered Laura’s assumption. “Do I really care about him? I wouldn’t have even cared if he were on the brink of death!”

Recalling the times Arnold had played games with her, her anger was palpable.

Back at Mason Garden, Paul was seated at the dining table, engrossed in his meal. Spotting Josie’s return, Julie hastened to take her coat. “Madam, you’re back so soon.”

“Yes, just had to handle some minor matters.” Josie approached the table, casting a glance at her father’s meal. “What’s on the menu?”

Her attention shifted as she noticed her father clutching a photograph frame tightly, his gaze distant. “Dad? What’s that you’re holding onto? Dad?”

Extending her hand, she gently shook her father’s arm, snapping him out of his reverie. “It’s your photograph, Jo.”

Josie was taken aback. “Photograph? Which photograph?” She couldn’t recall placing any framed photo of herself.

Julie approached with a concerned expression. “…Madam, since you left, he’s been holding onto that photograph, insisting it’s yours. I’ve tried explaining, but he wouldn’t listen.”

brows. Her father’s memory had become less reliable since his recovery, and

“What photograph?”

hesitated, leaned in, and whispered something into

on Josie’s face changed dramatically upon hearing it. She swiftly moved forward, intending to take the photo away. “Dad, give me the photograph. It’s not me.

it, his frustration mounting. “What are you saying? This is

anxiety intensified. “It’s not me! I’m right here

the photo from him. His eyes appeared

force, but her attempt led to a fall as

from her father’s grasp, landing on the floor with a snap as the frame

broken frame revealed

over her. She drew nearer, wanting

voice held concern as she exclaimed worriedly,

to reality. He trembled, rushing to support Josie.

Josie remained motionless.