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

violence that he

Dexter. He promptly organized a teain to locate Josie, only to find that she had sought

intertwined with Arnold’s

sequence of events led to their

were both gauging each other’s

Dexter

she saw me with you, she might not

self-mockery, “Perhaps I shouldn’t have tagged

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

his uncase. It was clear

it that obvious?” Dexter’s lips curved into a wry smile, his fingers fidgeting

stance, perching on his knee as she regarded him, an infatuated glint in her eyes. “Dex… Why do you keep me

at her, “You’re my assistant.”

but I’m not

words were almost

and Leanne’s eyes

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 exhausting. You

her flirtatious advance.

her implied meaning might have been clear.

was tender, brushing over his