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

After Josie had sorted out her emotions, ten minutes had already passed. Emerging from the bathroom, she found Paul staring blankly at the scenery outside. She said to the nurse, “I want to go out.”

The nurse coaxed him, promising to take him out once he finished the bottle of medicine. Josie felt a pang of sorrow. She approached Larry and said, “Show me the diagnostic report.”

Larry handed her a thick stack of reports. “As early as yesterday, Mr. Russell had a full-body examination. The current diagnosis is that apart from dementia, he has some underlying conditions that he’s always had, but nothing else of major concern.”

The mere fact of old age dementia was enough to break Josie’s heart. She found it hard to imagine how Paul had endured those past two years and how much psychological pain he must have suffered.

She meticulously went through each page, murmuring to herself, “It’s all my fault… If only I could have been more careful…”

Larry was about to offer some comfort when suddenly, a commotion came from outside, growing louder and closer. It was Justin’s voice. “Who the heck let her in!”

The door was flung open abruptly, Justin, still clad in his hospital gown, stormed in furiously. The bodyguard trailing beside him was visibly troubled. “Mr. Peeple, you said not to stop him, so we…”

he was no longer as young. He had grown a beard,

he looked at her,

signaled for the bodyguards to retreat with him. With gritted teeth, Justin almost snarled at Josie. “So, you finally

report in her hand. “I’ve always

Justin flung the door open, issuing

of my sight even for a moment.” She stood there stubbornly, yearning to make

deserving to be abandoned by the Olsen family!” Justin, who had been holding back his anger for

barrage of insults, Josie became surprisingly calm. “Are you done? Do you feel

tightly gripped the doorknob, his eyes

pent-up resentment. You should feel somewhat relieved, right? If you still want to curse, feel free to continue. I won’t retort. However, I insist on taking care of Paul personally.” Josie walked up to him, bowed deeply, and said, “Justin, I’m sorry. Please give me a chance

body was trembling. “Why did you come back? You left, didn’t you? Weren’t two years of carefree living enough for you? Have you come back to torment