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

Just then, images suddenly surfaced in Dexter’s mind. They were those photographs.

Josie had instinctively leaned in for a kiss. She tilted her head up, but he dodged her touch. In his attempt to avoid her, he lost control of his strength, and his hand harshly struck her face.

It was like a slap in the face.

Josie immediately became clear-headed.

Dexter gently removed her fingers one by one from his body, never once embracing her.

She gazed at the man’s blurred silhouette, which resembled a beast lying in wait in the darkness.

Suddenly, he leaned over, his broad hand clasping her slender neck. His grip tightened. gradually. That was a sudden burst of rage. “Josie, how scummy can you get?”

When Dexter stood up, his face was stern. The thin blanket slipped off him, revealing his firm abs and Apollo’s belt.

could never understand why this man seemed harmless when her eyes were closed, but the moment

first thing Josie said when she came to her senses.

of cigarettes at the head of the bed, pulled one out, and lit it. Through the smoke, he watched the woman squatting by the sofa.

cold chuckle, flicking the ash from his

soon as possible. Things will be much better for Russell Group after that. I don’t want to drag you down.” Josie spoke softly,

intimidation and a strong sense of hostility when he

a hint of her body’s curves. On her abdomen. was the tattoo he had inked himself. He had once thought of keeping her by

shrank, and her eyelashes lowered. “Even if I

invited her to sit on his lap. He kissed her tattoo, and his warm breath, tinged with the scent of tobacco, lightly brushed against her neck. Josie stiffened, almost under the illusion that Dexter would suddenly bite down like a wolf

body close, his well-defined fingers smoothly unbuttoning her

a divorce, but

body overwhelmed with pleasure. Suddenly, a sharp pain struck her neck-he had truly

need to

pain, Josie pushed him.

of Dexter’s mouth, hers. His eyes were filled with intense emotions. “Then

“You…”