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

Josie suddenly chuckled lightly, asking the designer, “Am I beautiful?”

The latter was taken aback and quickly replied, “Of course! You’re gorgeous! It has been a long time since I’ve seen a customer wear a gown so well.”

Josie’s usually understated beauty was now intentionally accentuated, and it was breathtaking and impossible to ignore.

Inside the small room, a television was broadcasting the morning financial news.

Dexter sat in front of the camera, calmly explaining the various details of his collaboration with the Olsen family. Camera flashes kept going off, but he remained composed throughout.

When reporters asked questions, he parried with them effortlessly, using subtle means to handle even the most tricky of questions.

As expected, he had publicized his collaboration today.

Josie had her clothes put away and left in her gown, saying, “Thank you.”

Morgan’s car had been waiting at a nearby junction for quite some time. He was casually playing a game on his phone, not paying much attention to his surroundings. That was until Josie came over and leaned, down to knock on his car window.

Morgan looked up, and once he did, he couldn’t take his eyes off her.

swept back, secured with a deep blue hairpin. Pearls dangled from silver threads, swaying with her movements. She looked like a talented lady who had just stepped out of a vintage painting of olden-day Southern Rivodia.

car door and commented, “I’m not too pleased with you showing up

his opinion. She asked, “Where are the things

the passenger seat it was the antique porcelain bowl.

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time they arrived, guests had already started to gather, mingling in pairs and trios with

porcelain bow! “This is

had she finished speaking than a slight commotion erupted outside the gallery.

line of luxury cars came to a halt, and the first to step out were Mark

and Arnold. Her complexion didn’t look good, but she still exuded a

had to attend events she didn’t. enjoy, and playing hooky

“Good heavens, Dexter?”

out of Liana’s

Tsk, it seems the rumors

followed the sound with her gaze, seeing Dexter leading Heather by the hand as they descended from another car. Every gesture he made exuded nobility and elegance. Dressed in a white shirt and black pants, his attire was far from formal. It could even be

a situation, he was holding Heather’s

also wore a white gown. Her figure was exquisite, and

Heather revealed a shy