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

For a moment, Josie felt like she had returned to the beginning.

She locked eyes with him, filled with resentment. However, Arnold could still speak eloquently, occasionally glancing at Dexter’s position.

She lowered her head and replied, You haven’t divorced Summer yet, have you? If she finds out, she’ll probably rush to Rivodia.

During the intermission, Arnold replied from an unnoticed corner, I guess at this moment her household register would read “widowed.” My name is Robyn, Ms. Warren.

Josie took a deep breath, and at that moment, a figure entered her peripheral vision. It was Scar, dressed in a suit. He walked over to Arnold and said something, to which the latter nodded. Then, he left.

She furrowed her brows, turned around to follow, and had just stepped out of the venue when Dexter’s call came through. “Where are you going?”

“I saw Scar. I want to ask him about it myself.”

“Calm down. He won’t tell you.”

“Then what should I do? Just sit around and do nothing?”

Right then, Arnold sent a photo. It was a picture of Grape frolicking in the garden.

Arnold had

gripped her

sound right. The man in the venue stood up and walked to a quiet

“What’s wrong?”

would take good

of this case

to promise me that you will

watching as Scar got into a car. Years of obsession made

do this! Where did you go,

want to find the answer from

up

the city center, where the traffic was heavy. Josie was on high alert, keeping a close eye on

to shake Josie off, but she had significantly improved over

hit the steering wheel. He hadn’t expected

shut. “Who the hell are