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

Dexter reclined slowly as if sighing. “You’re correct. He does care about you a lot.”

The rain painted streaks on the car windows, the outside lights gleamed in the darkness, and an older mant with a crutch stood patiently at the doorstep.

“Otherwise, he wouldn’t be waiting specifically for you on a raining night like this.”

Moses stepped out of the car with an umbrella, opening the door for her. “Ms. Olsen, we’ve reached your home.”

At that moment, Leanne realized they had arrived at the Olsen Residence.

Josie tried to stand up, but her knees wavered, and she stumbled into Dexter’s arms. The sight of them embracing caught Mark’s attention.

Dexter lifted his gaze slightly, his tone carrying more weight, “You better go in now. Your father must be very worried about you.”“

The car pulled away swiftly, unfazed by the pouring rain.

“Mr. Russell, where to now?” Moses inquired.

Dexter again secured his rosary around his wrist, “Back to Mason Garden.“

Half an hour later, they arrived at Mason Garden.

The main bedroom’s light was illuminated.

The rain had dampened the cuffs of Dexter’s clothes. He pushed open the door and entered, spotting the woman who had just emerged from the bath.

seized a cushion from the sofa and flung it at

a table lamp and launched it in his direction.

dodge; his demeanor was calm and relaxed.

barrage of items ended, she slumped onto the couch, breathing heavily. Then, he bent down, retrieving the table lamp and setting it back in

“Feeling better now?”

body away, Josie refused to

to

the bedroom, but Dexter caught her

Arnold’s wine and slept with him.

down, tugging her

sleep with anyone! Stop making baseless accusations.” Josie’s agitation

cigarette, his gaze

leaned on him for a moment.” Josie changed her phrasing. realizing that

Dexter took a deep drag from his

of course!”

father, what

wasn’t arrogance on Dexter’s part but a fundamental

a

was hospitalized. If I had known, I wouldn’t have bothered.”

a dry chuckle. “I can’t blame

mixture of ‘you’re misunderstanding

his hand, brushing away the raindrops that fell onto his