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.”

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

went along with the flow. “Yeah. In all my years, Paul had never

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 could kill him and wouldn’t show him a shred of

frown, unsure of the

glanced at him, fighting back a smile. It was clear that Dexter was not one to back down. From the beginning, he had always been in

awkward

okay. A storm must be brewing out there now, with everyone. condemning her.

soon as those words rang out, Dexter

was keeping his anger in check.

still and enunciated, “This is precisely what I want-to see her fall from grace, losing

swung his gaze back at her, his gaze sharp as a drawn blade. “So, you refuse

tiptoes, Josie leaned forward. “I likewise think a slap was too lenient for me. I don’t mind if you slap me

already hit me, so there’s no difference