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

stood up and said, “I’m going to get some fresh

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

is discussing work with them, I don’t like listening to it, so I came out to

It was Heather.

at her. “Are you okay with letting Aunt Claudia.

to pick her up and drop her off,

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, at sight that was quite pleasing

hand. Heather sat next to him and talked to him, but she didn’t know if

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

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

previously upset mood improved significantly upon seeing this farce, a smile tugging at the corners of her mouth.

glaring in Dexter’s

into pairs for a game, they were still one short. He turned his gaze

hand, expressing her reluctance. “Let Ms. Warren