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

The last time he threatened her, he had blocked her path. Arnold pressed down on the accelerator, wishing she would just shut up.

He had been awoken by a call from the front desk in the morning when his mind was still in a haze. He ended up driving out on his own, without a chauffeur. It was only then that he realized he had truly been outmaneuvered by Josie.

After traveling a certain distance, Arnold suddenly slowed down. He looked ahead and laughed. “What a day. So many things happened.”

Josie looked ahead and was startled to see Dexter emerging from a hotel with Larry trailing behind him.

Her face stiffened slightly. It’s a hotel… Did he go to meet Xanthe?

Arnold noticed her complexion changing rapidly and teased, “Gee, he wouldn’t have gotten a room with someone, would he? How about I play detective for you?”

Dexter’s car shot off like an arrow released from its bowstring, while Arnold drove right up to the hotel entrance. Josie’s eyes widened in surprise. “What are you doing?”

“Get out!”

Arnold tossed the car keys to the parking valet before proceeding inside.

In reality, it wasn’t that great of a hotel. At most, it was four-star.

quickly caught up, grabbing his arm. “Even if he’s gotten a room with someone, it has nothing to do

fitting for him to stay in a four-

vigorously. “So let’s

is piqued

walking up to the front desk. “Excuse me,

“I can’t disclose our guest’s privacy to

let out a sigh

moment, Arnold mysteriously produced an identification from somewhere.

602. This is the

truth, but Arnold

lost your mind. You actually forged documents!”

to reduce his sentence by ten years, but with the way things are

the head with his

farthest corner of the corridor. Arnold stepped forward, swiped the keycard, and the door automatically

somewhat flustered as she followed behind him. The room wasn’t large. Arnold took a few steps

over, only to be taken aback by the sight of a woman, aged over fifty, sitting on the ground, her face etched with despair. In her arrns, she cradled

head, Josie would not have recognized her at all.