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

Calvin’s grip loosened as he heard her question, and his enthusiasm instantly faded. “Mallory, there are times when it’s better to know when to stop.”

That meant he believed it.

He had left Mallory looking somewhat disheveled. While she fixed herself up, she said, “Sometimes, I feel sorry for Zendaya. In the end, things like childhood sweethearts and growing old together are just a joke.”

After that, he let her go.

She left Centennial Hills under the unfriendly stares of the crowd. It was only when she stood by the roadside hailing a cab that something occurred to her. I seem to have a place here, too.

Over the past year, Calvin had showered her with gifts, giving her top-tier luxury items every month. Besides the house in Wavery, he had also bought her several properties across the country. He never hesitated to foot the bill for all those purchases. She could come and go as she pleased at his country club.

She had only stayed once at the house in Centennial Hills. That night, she had secretly attended an academic salon without telling Calvin and drank wine given to her by her senior. However, Calvin ended up catching her red-handed. Quite the actor, he had politely led her away and swiftly brought her to this place. Then, he pinned her against the wall and entered her from behind, filling the air with the sound of their lovemaking. Finally, he took a bottle of limited edition red wine from the wine cabinet and poured it all over himself. “You love to drink, don’t you? Lick it clean.”

Zendaya’s wedding, and

she gently pushed the door open and met his shining, jet-black eyes, she could no

him, his long legs were

was the first time she had seen such a good-looking person, and she couldn’t help but think he was really handsome. It was only later that she discovered the black file recorded traces of her life

was finally his turn, he casually extended his

“Mallory Whiteford.”

of Mr.

set down fork, and it made a slight sound as

dare utter another word throughout the entire meal. She couldn’t even remember what they had talked about while eating. All she remembered was discreetly slipping off her underwear under the dining table and stowing it in her bag, then hurrying out after the

at her with a faint

I want to be your lover,” she answered,

concealed. Her bright gaze, with its unmasked ambition and