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.

arrived with breakfast when she overheard the conversation. “I’m bored. Take me

slightly furrowed her brows but

they met, it was already noon. It was Charles’ lunchtime,

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, who previously worked

made no comment in response

and wore a baseball cap

up as she said to Charles, “In the end, it was my failure in judging people that caused me to be tricked this way.

words were somewhat tinged with a hint of

decade or two older than her, was

her early twenties, yet she

the menu to Mallory, who was sitting next to him. “What are you planning next? Are you going back to the Olsen

Josie

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

pursed her lips together.

taken aback, but he continued, “Of course, let’s eat

already buried her head in the menu for quite some time before she finally looked up to call the waiter. “Give us one seafood ceviche, one grilled pork ribs, one beef stroganoff, two lobster thermidors, and a bowl of minestrone. Hmm… Mr. Zimmerman, I hope I