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

Josie trembled all over, struggling to hold back her urge to curse. Yet, she had no choice but to accept the medicine.

Arnold leaned in close to her ear. “My dear Ms. Warren, you always have a way, don’t you?”

After he finished speaking, he bypassed Josie and left directly, leaving her continuously shivering.

Inside the mansion, Paul was seated on the sofa, watching Grape frolic about. The two seemed to have become quite familiar with each other. However, every day when Paul woke up, he would always ask about the identity of the child.

Josie poured some water and walked up to Paul. “Dad, it’s time to take your medicine.”

Paul, in a daze, swallowed the pill. He experienced a brief discomfort but quickly began to feel better.

Justin then carried him away.

Dexter handed a piece of the building block to Grape before saying, “We can’t rush this matter. Otherwise, Arnold won’t easily believe it.”

Josie slumped down, asking despondently, “What should we do, then?”

will attend a meeting in Rivodia. He will have half a day to himself. It has been two years, and he’s missed you dearly,” Dexter uttered nonchalantly,

was a man Henry had introduced to

still the mayor of

year, we’ll know whether he’s moving up or falling behind.” Dexter had been looking down for so long that his neck was starting to ache. He set the building blocks aside with

“You’ve gathered

crossing the line too often would

relaxed smile. “So you see, I don’t really manage Russell Group anymore. Being a wealthy idler suits me

Josie felt the inherent risks were

“What I have in my control is enough to balance several forces. If there comes a day of backlash,

he was so

his decisions. Although he often came across as opinionated, she had to admit that his choices always played a pivotal role. It was only his excessively ruthless decisions that

always had a touch of sorrow in his eyes, as if he was on the verge of being mentally and physically

her senses, Josie realized what she had been thinking and wished she could slap herself. What am I doing, empathizing with Dexter? This is truly

looked at her. “From the information you