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

The following day, Josie woke up not feeling as sharp as usual because she didn’t have a good night’s sleep the night before.

At that time, Justin and the others had already finished their breakfast. His leg hadn’t fully healed, so it was propped up on one side. Grape was lying next to him, drawing on his cast with colored pencils.

Upon seeing Josie, Justin remarked, “Oh? You two didn’t share a bed again last night, did you?”

Josie’s face turned red, her ears flaming. She grabbed a pillow and threw it at him. “Stop it. I can sleep by myself!”

Suddenly, Justin was hit by a sudden realization. “Then why have you only woken up now? Were you that tired?”

Josie was cutting her sunny-side-up egg with a knife and fork, and her grip tightened when she heard those words. Yet, a smile remained on her face. “Say that again, and we’ll see if this knife ends up in your face.”

Justin rolled his eyes, but ultimately, he didn’t say anything more.

The mornings were always serene. Justin was frolicking with Grape, while Paul sat quietly on the balcony, basking in the sun. Sometimes, he would ramble on, and Dexter would approach him to converse, indulging in imaginative conversations together.

Josie watched this scene, sometimes feeling dazed. These days, she surprisingly felt the breath of life, more vivid and warm than in Sumanthova.

Grape had whispered to her more than once, “Mommy, I love it here. I love Daddy and Uncle Justin. I also like a lot of the people here.”

regretful. If she had known earlier, she wouldn’t have agreed to Dexter’s so-called hundred-day pact. After a hundred

quite some time, the housekeeper couldn’t help but step forward to remind her, “Mrs. Russell, this

aback. “What did you call

everything okay?” The housekeeper was also puzzled. “Mr. Russell said, as long as you are

under her knife. A moment later, she

sandwiches were standard fare

you’ve been eating these

she hadn’t expected him to be

aren’t you?” Josie didn’t

“It’s true…”

shoulder with Paul. The

she was at a loss for words. After a brief pause, she pushed away her plate. “I can’t

“Um…”

heard Paul muttering, “Jo is a good girl. You must

thought Paul was talking