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

Morgan couldn’t help but laugh when he heard this.

Dexter didn’t laugh. Heather poured him a glass of wine, but Larry quickly moved it away. saving, “Mr. Russell can’t drink alcohol.”

“Why?” Heather didn’t understand.

As Larry was struggling to explain, Eugene shifted the topic to Morgan. “Ms. Warren, you are the only woman I’ve ever seen who dares to show displeasure to Mr. Bastille. First love is indeed different, haha…”

Josie absentmindedly played with the food in her bowl, lacking any appetite. “Mr. Jablon, I’ve long heard of your reputation. I never thought you’d share the same love for gossip as womenfolk.”

This remark was clearly loaded with malice. Eugene felt a moment of awkwardness, then managed to squeeze out a smile and said to Morgan, “She’s quite a feisty girl, huh?”

Morgan curved his lips into a smile, pouring a glass of wine as a token of apology. “She’s always been like that. Please forgive her.”

In their conversation, it was as if they were back in their university days when he would take her out to see the world. He would often come to her defense during gatherings. Even if Josie said something wrong, people would not get angry out of respect for Morgan.

like the old

too keen on reminiscing. She stood up and

large hot spring pool. Josie sat at the edge, her feet dangling in the water.

is discussing work with them, I don’t like listening to

It was Heather.

you okay

her up and drop her off, I have nothing to worry

To cater to his tastes, Morgan invited quite a few people over, men and women, though women were in the majority. They lined up by the hot spring pool,

to death, and he rested his head on one hand. Heather sat next

a swimming competition. The women started to compete with each other, and it was

noise. Heather pulled his hand. “Let’s go take

improved significantly upon seeing this farce, a smile tugging

was extremely glaring in Dexter’s eyes.

five women divided into pairs for a game, they were still one short. He turned his gaze to Heather. “Ms. Olsen, would you

tightly grasped Dexter’s hand, expressing her reluctance.