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

After finishing her speech, Josie knelt on the ground, motionless. Scar immediately stepped forward, intending to force himself on her, but Josie pushed him away, grabbed the wine from the table, and downed it in one gulp.

Due to drinking too quickly, she choked on the wine as it went down her throat and coughed for a long time, looking as disheveled as a soaked dog.

Arnold simply observed as the woman beside him lit a cigarette for him. He opened his mouth to take the cigarette, took a puff, and blew a cloud of smoke around him.

After finishing a bottle, Josie felt the alcohol rush to her head and started to feel dizzy. She forced herself to stay alert, staring at Arnold as she asked, “Where is Mallory?”

He responded with a mocking glance.

The woman beside her handed her a second bottle of wine. “One bottle is not enough.”

Arnold’s gaze shifted to the woman as he said, “You’re quite clever.”

The woman accepted the compliment, snuggling into his arms. “That’s because you taught me well, Mr. Carter.”

Josie clenched her teeth and knew she had to play along for now. She grabbed the second bottle and forced herself to gulp it down. The strong liquor burned her throat, feeling like needles pricking her.

drinking it, however, she coughed and spat out half of it, dirtying the woman’s foot.

furrowed her brows tightly. Instinctively, she reached for a tissue to wipe it off, but the woman immediately pulled away and nestled

emitted an aura of hostility as he asked, “What do you

mouth,” the

at the woman and asked with a

that no one who comes here is

his smile and asked,

expression stiffened momentarily upon hearing him mention Dexter, but she quickly regained her

so clever,” Arnold said, looking away from the

each finger clean with a tissue. Her eyes were filled with newfound fearlessness as she

then picked up the third bottle of wine and handed it to Arnold. “You give

working in a place like this, then you’re just wasting

at her, casually took the bottle, and handed

After finishing the third bottle, she picked up the fourth. The expression on Arnold’s face darkened slightly, and he shot Scar

woman inside. She was none other than Mallory herself. Her hands and feet were bound, and a rag was stuffed into her mouth to keep her quiet. She could only whimper and make muffled