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.”

somewhat regretful. If she had known earlier, she wouldn’t have agreed to Dexter’s

that she hadn’t eaten for quite some time, the housekeeper couldn’t help but step forward to remind her,

was taken aback. “What did you call

Russell said, as long as you are here, this is how you should be

to exert force under her knife. A moment later, she came to her senses and asked, “Did he make

eggs and sandwiches were standard fare

looked bewildered once again. “Didn’t you know? All the food you’ve been

could cook, but she hadn’t expected him to

aren’t you?” Josie didn’t believe

“It’s true…”

man seated shoulder to shoulder with Paul. The sunlight bathed him, casting an aura

loss for words. After a brief pause, she pushed away her

“Um…”

when she heard Paul muttering,

was