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

Without a doubt, Josie was well aware of the situation. She furrowed her brow and said, “Allow him to enter.”

Mallory stood up leisurely, passing by Morgan, who had been waiting at the door all this time, and said to Justin, “Let’s go inside.”

Quietly, Justin followed. However, he was stopped by Mallory’s remark. “Remember your manners.”

Justin hesitated for a moment but continued forward.

Since she was essentially his superior, a gentle reminder from her wouldn’t hurt.

The man sitting in the corner emitted an aura of desolation, an unusual display of exhaustion. Ryan, who had been standing nearby, couldn’t help but speak up. “Ms. Whiteford, our boss has been waiting here for three to four days. This is truly unfair.”

Mallory raised an eyebrow and replied, “Indeed, it is unreasonable. Let him go then.”

This was the first time Mallory had come face to face with Morgan. His eyes were expressive, concealing a sharp edge. He seemed vaguely familiar, but it was evident that he was no ordinary individual.

Ryan seemed to want to say something more but was silenced by the intensity in Morgan’s gaze.

“Mallory…” He pronounced her name, syllable by syllable. “Have we met before?”

paused, intently studying

Their eyes locked.

Mallory remembered everything.

It was a hadn’t yet attended university and hadn’t

time, she had returned to her home country from abroad. By the time she arrived at the airport, it was already three

the early hours, the airport remained bustling with

through the crowd, her phone continuously buzzing with incoming messages. They were from her questionable friends: “Don’t rush off after disembarking from the plane. I’ve arranged for someone to

one hand, slowly responding: “Finally, I have

it took her a few months of wandering outside before she

the middle of the night, she didn’t want to struggle anymore. She accepted the act of

Amidst the commotion, Mallory strained to comprehend the words spoken

possessed a rather pleasant

to make a good impression, especially when it came to a friend’s acquaintance, with whom she was bound to interact frequently in the future. Mallory lifted her head and straightened her posture, attempting to appear less

a black windbreaker,

raised her eyebrows. “He doesn’t look

Morgan raised an eyebrow, glancing at Mallory, who was slightly