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.

this man seemed harmless when her eyes were closed, but the moment she opened them, he would become a

sleep in the guest room.” This was the first thing Josie said when she came to

at the head of the bed, pulled one out, and lit it. Through the smoke, he watched the

soft, cold chuckle, flicking the ash from his cigarette. The ash fell, reminiscent

Group after that. I don’t want to drag you down.” Josie spoke softly,

full of intimidation and a strong sense of hostility

abdomen. was the tattoo he had inked himself. He had once thought of keeping her by his

“Even if I will end nothing

tobacco, lightly brushed against her neck. Josie stiffened, almost under the illusion that Dexter would suddenly bite down like a wolf and sever her artery, letting

close, his well-defined fingers smoothly unbuttoning her blouse. His movements were slow

divorce, but

with pleasure. Suddenly, a sharp pain

still need to

pain, Josie pushed

the corner of Dexter’s mouth, hers. His eyes were filled

“You…”