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

“What about Rachel? Don’t you want to see her?” he insisted.

“I don’t want to, at least not for now.”

“Mark is awake, and the two elders feel guilty towards you. They also wish to see you.”

“I don’t want to see them,” Josie coldly rejected him, then left his lounge and him behind.

Upon reaching the ground floor, she looked back up at the top of the building.

Once upon a time, she felt that he was standing up there all alone and she should keep him company, but in the end, she found herself badly hurt from doing so.

Josie returned home and tried to sleep. However, Dexter’s words echoed repeatedly in her mind, preventing her from getting a good night’s rest. When she was rudely awakened the next day, she felt somewhat irritable.

It was a call from Charles, the newly appointed mayor of Wavery. He had invited her out for a meal.

As Charles was an influential contact her grandfather had given her, there was no reason to refuse. Moreover, she still had to rely on the police regarding Paul’s disappearance, so she agreed to the meeting.

moment, Mallory had just arrived with breakfast when

slightly furrowed her brows

it was already noon. It was Charles’ lunchtime, so he didn’t

private room, Charles called for the waiter as he took a seat. “I’ve learned about the recent incident,” he said. “I know it’s been tough for you and it wasn’t your fault. Rachel,

made no comment in response

a while, the waiter finally came in. He was tall, dressed in a uniform, and wore a baseball cap on his head. He also wore a face mask, maintaining a low profile as he bowed his

much attention, propping her head up as she said to Charles, “In the end, it was my failure in judging people that caused me to be

somewhat tinged with

two older than her, was admiring her

merely in her early twenties, yet she possessed an exceptionally

first handed the menu to Mallory, who was sitting next to him. “What

about the Olsen family, Josie understood what Charles

official position, Charles needed support, inevitably finding himself entangled in the web of

lips together. “May I refrain

was momentarily taken aback, but he continued,

one seafood ceviche, one grilled pork ribs, one beef stroganoff, two lobster thermidors, and a bowl of minestrone. Hmm… Mr. Zimmerman, I hope I didn’t exceed your