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

Their eyes locked.

Mallory remembered everything.

Calvin, she had encountered him. It was a hadn’t yet attended university and

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

in the early hours, the airport

“Don’t rush off after disembarking from the plane.

typed with one hand, slowly responding: “Finally, I have the chance to be human for

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

want to struggle anymore. She accepted the act of kindness, promptly

interrupted by the roar of a car engine. Amidst the commotion, Mallory strained to comprehend the words spoken to her. “Just around the corner ahead of you, turn

possessed a

it was always crucial 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

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

raised her eyebrows. “He doesn’t look

are you?” Morgan raised an eyebrow, glancing at Mallory, who was slightly shorter