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

The road came alive with a parade of sleek, black luxury cars, neatly spaced about five meters apart, cruising down the empty thoroughfare.

The rain pelted down incessantly, creating a rhythmic symphony on the car roofs. At the same time, raindrops painted graceful trails on the windowpanes.

Breaking the silence, Dexter’s voice carried a tinge of nostalgia, “It’s been a while since Wavery saw rain. this heavy.”

Leanne lowered her gaze, “We’ve had a two-month dry spell. Spring is here finally, bringing the inevitable. rain.”

“After this storm passes, the weather will gradually warm up.”

Dexter removed the rosary from his wrist, his fingers methodically tracing each bead, his expression a mystery.

Despite the car’s spacious design, their whispered exchange seemed to confine their surroundings.

The man casually shifted his posture, stretching out his long legs. One hand rested casually on his knee, projecting an air of relaxation.

In contrast, Leanne appeared slightly constrained.

“Dex… Why didn’t you clarify things today? When you didn’t answer the phone, were you out hunting for her father’s whereabouts?”

Earlier that day, Dexter had received news that someone had sighted Paul. Yet, upon his arrival, the informant had changed his story, claiming it was a misunderstanding.

at play. Swiftly withdrawing, he ordered his bodyguards

was precisely due to the escalating violence

his place and quickly informed Dexter. He promptly organized a teain to locate Josie, only to find that she had sought out Arnold..

intertwined with Arnold’s as

sequence of events led to their unexpected encounter.

and Josie were both

it,” Dexter sighed,

you, she might not believe

analyzed perceptively, her chuckle tinged with self-mockery, “Perhaps I shouldn’t have

words, prompting a thoughtful look from Dexter. “Don’t

sensed his uncase. It was clear

Dexter’s lips curved into a wry

perching on his knee as she regarded him, an infatuated glint in her

didn’t look at her, “You’re my assistant.”

I’m not interested in

almost on

downwards, and Leanne’s eyes gleamed

for caution, our driver won’t speed. It’ll take us about an hour to reach the Olsen Residence at our current pace. It could get

her flirtatious advance.

else, her implied meaning might

was tender, brushing over his vulnerable