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

His intention in doing so was to ease the overwhelming pain that spread through his heart during moments of longing.

Despite their divorce, Josie would always hold the position of his wife deep within his heart.

Dexter approached her cautiously, stopping just half a step away from her.

“Do you still plan on deceiving me?” He stared intensely at Josie, his gaze burning as if he was trying to see through her.

Josie turned her face away, resisting his approach. She simply said, “Dexter, we are already divorced. We have no connection anymore… Please return my daughter to me.”

“Is she really not related to me? Josie! Actually, finding out the truth is quite simple. With the advancements in modern technology, conducting a DNA test wouldn’t take much time…”

However, he chose not to rely on technological means.

That was simply because he trusted his intuition. In other words, he was more inclined to believe that Josie would not choose to be with someone else in the short time they were apart.

“Enough.” Josie took a deep breath. “I’ve been with someone else for a while now, and you have absolutely no involvement in this matter.”

Huh!

but upon hearing those words, it felt as

Josie was taken aback.

about Lachlan. It seemed that he had extensively investigated her prior to

she stated with

the next moment, Dexter’s piercing eyes darkened. He swiftly seized her wrist, forcing her into a corner. An overwhelming sense of oppression surged forth, and

“Josie… did you really—”

go of my mommy.” Before Dexter could finish his sentence, a childish voice rang

away. Her strength was not great, but Dexter willingly loosened his grip, stepping back two

sigh of relief as if a heavy burden had

the

mother and daughter tightly embracing each

he could regain his composure, Grape stood directly in front of Josie, her eyes glaring angrily at him. “Baddie, you’re not allowed to hurt

gazed at the tiny figure before him,

a moment, he didn’t know

“Grape…”

retorted, “You’re not my daddy. I don’t want you to be my daddy…” The father she yearned for was like a towering tree, protecting her and her mother. He was their iron shield, a heroic