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.

just like the

on reminiscing. She stood up and said, “I’m going to

the private room, there was a large hot spring pool. Josie sat at the edge,

appeared behind her at some point, also sitting down. “Dex is discussing work with them, I don’t like listening to it, so

It was Heather.

you okay with letting

and drop her off,

“Great.” Eugene was a womanizer. To cater to his tastes, Morgan invited quite a few people over, men and women, though women were in the majority.

death, and he rested his head on one hand. Heather sat next to him and talked to him, but she didn’t know if he was listening

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

pulled his hand.

with Morgan. Her previously upset mood improved significantly upon seeing this farce, a smile tugging at the corners

glaring in Dexter’s

a game, they were still one short. He turned his gaze to

grasped Dexter’s hand, expressing her reluctance.