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

Despite all the commotion, Mallory chose not to inform Josie about the situation, believing that it was up to Josie to decide whether she wanted to know or not.

When she regained consciousness, she didn’t even look at Mark.

On the day Mark woke up, Josie arranged for his discharge from the hospital. She instructed Mallory to keep a close eye on Justin’s movements and then left alone, refusing anyone’s company.

In the early morning streets, the air carried the scent of a recently passed water truck. Josie touched her bare arm, the breeze rustling her long hair, which she impatiently pushed back.

Her wrist still hurt when pressure was applied.

Unpleasant memories of that day flooded back to her. When Mark looked at her with such intense hostility, he truly saw her as the most detestable person in the world.

She gently touched her dry eyes and found a nearby pharmacy. She bought a face mask that covered her entire face. Only then did her heart, which had been in her throat, finally calm down. She felt a sense of security and belonging.

Someone brushed past her, asking, “Hello, do you have any birth control pills?”

“Which one do you want?” asked the cashier.

“Yasmin.”

Josie turned around, catching a glimpse of a tall, slender figure. He wore a black T-shirt and a black baseball cap,

recovery. Meanwhile, she submitted her resume

she traveled between the two

from Morgan, and no one

went for the interview, the venue was crowded. She was probably the only woman in the field of architectural design. As soon as Josie entered, all kinds of gazes turned

a tie, said, “Are you nervous? I’m

completely still, seemingly unable to understand him. “What is there

other person fell silent for a moment,

the deserted, quiet hallway. Leaning against the wall, she pulled out a pack of cigarettes from her pocket. She took one out and placed it in her mouth, attempting to light it three times without success. Frustrated, she forcefully flicked her lighter a few times. She desperately needed the taste

to waft upward, providing solace to her

stairwell for a smoke to satisfy her cravings, but she didn’t expect to overhear a

didn’t expect that the conversation would be about

think of

corner downstairs. Josie couldn’t see the speakers, and they couldn’t see