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!

pain, but upon hearing those words, it felt as if a needle had pricked his heart. “Someone else?

Josie was taken aback.

Lachlan. It seemed that he had

stated with

eyes darkened. He swiftly seized her wrist, forcing her into a corner. An overwhelming sense of oppression surged forth, and Josie felt as if she

“Josie… did you really—”

Before Dexter could finish his sentence, a childish voice rang out. Grape had somehow appeared behind them and had run

strength was not great, but Dexter willingly loosened his grip, stepping back

of relief as if a

crouched down, pulling the little

and daughter tightly embracing each other stirred something within Dexter’s

of Josie, her eyes glaring angrily at him. “Baddie, you’re not allowed to hurt my

the tiny figure before him, his throat bobbing

moment, he didn’t

“Grape…”

my daddy…” The father she yearned for was like a towering tree, protecting her and her mother. He was their iron shield, a heroic figure, not a sword that