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

The rain seemed endless, and the air was filled with the sweet scent of aster. The couple walked down the alley while sharing an umbrella, finding their way back home.

Josie hugged her hands at her front, feeling slightly cold without a jacket. She also seemed to have grown even paler.

She stole a glance at Dexter. Noticing that his expression wasn’t overly cold, she asked somewhat hesitantly, “Why didn’t you tell me when Grandpa fell ill, Dexter?”

The man’s knuckles turned white from the force of gripping the umbrella. Without turning to her, he retorted, “Tell you to make you worry?”

“But…” She recalled having a row with him at that time. “You could have just told me. Then, I wouldn’t have scolded you so severely.”

A cold snort escaped Dexter’s lips. “That isn’t necessary.” He looked at her. “Don’t you scold me enough?”

Josie pursed her lips, tacitly agreeing with him.

After a brief silence where all she could hear was the sound of the rain hitting the stone bricks, she suddenly heard Dexter asking, “Josie, do you love me or hate me more?”

This question caught Josie off guard, but she blurted, “Of course, it’s hate.”

furrowed, and his voice involuntarily turned hard. “To what extent? You hate me so much that you wish to kill

all my years, Paul had never

He knew her current restraint was solely because she was on his turf. Once she got out, she would return to her fierce and aggressive self, truly wishing she

he said with a frown, unsure of the appropriate tone to convey his sincerity,

From the beginning, he had always been in control, and

awkward

there now, with everyone. condemning her. Getting slapped was well

soon as those words rang out, Dexter looked away,

that he was keeping

is precisely what I want-to see her fall from grace, losing all standing and

his gaze sharp as a drawn blade. “So, you refuse to listen

still want to hit me?” Going on her tiptoes, Josie leaned forward. “I likewise think a slap was too lenient for me. I don’t mind if you slap me again.”

hit me, so there’s no difference whether he does it once or