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.

before she deliberately provoked Calvin, she had encountered him. It was a hadn’t yet attended

she had returned to her home country from abroad. By the time she

hours, the airport

messages. They were from her questionable friends: “Don’t rush off after disembarking from the plane.

“Finally, I have the chance to be human for

in a dispute with Calvin, and it took her a few months of wandering outside

of kindness, promptly leaving the parking lot. Simultaneously, she dialed the number, which was a

engine. Amidst the commotion, Mallory strained to comprehend the words

possessed a rather

impression, especially when it came to a friend’s acquaintance, with whom she was bound to interact frequently in the future. Mallory lifted

lot was dim and unclear, casting vague shadows on people. The individual was clad in a black windbreaker, with a hat pulled down over his head, engrossed in his mobile phone. Half of his face was visible, revealing sharply defined

her eyebrows. “He doesn’t look

glancing at