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.”

catching a glimpse of a tall, slender figure. He wore a black T-shirt and a black baseball cap, exuding an air of superiority and

dedicated all her time to recovery. Meanwhile, she submitted her resume to several

between the

this matter from Morgan, and no one

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 toward her—probing,

middle-aged man beside her, wearing a tie, said, “Are

seemingly unable to understand him. “What is there to be

for a moment, finding the woman’s

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 of nicotine to help stabilize her

waft upward, providing

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

expect that the conversation would

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