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

Josie simply fixed her gaze upon him, a mix of determination and concern etched on her face. “This is far too risky, Dexter. You shouldn’t have to shoulder this burden for me,” she asserted, her-voice laced with worry.

Dexter gently lifted her hand, the one still gripping the firearm, which was noticeably shaking from the tension. “Were you injured?”

She gave her head a slight shake, dismissing his worry. “But those two who were patrolling earlier haven’t come back yet. It’s only a matter of time before they notice we’re here,” she cautioned, the urgency in her voice growing.

Suddenly, another series of knocks echoed at the door, followed by a call, “Joshua, is everything okay in there? We’re all waiting on you.”

Dexter’s expression tightened with resolve as he carefully pinned his badge onto his disguise. In his haste to board the ship, he had incapacitated a guard and assumed his identity to blend in seamlessly.

“Just a moment,” he called out, his voice steady.

As he adjusted his mask and lowered his hat to obscure his face further, he turned toward Josie. “I’ll remain on the ship tonight. Take this -it’s a signal transmitter. Should anything happen, use it to alert me immediately,” he instructed, placing the sturdy device in her hand.

However, Josie’s anxiety did not wane; instead, she swiftly caught hold of Dexter’s arm, her concern evident in her eyes. “Are you certain this is the best course of action?” she pressed for reassurance.

Dexter maintained his composure, though a trace of unease flickered through his stoic façade. “I have to do this, so, Jo, I need your assistance,” he explained, not commanding her help but rather requesting it.

distinction made Josie feel like she was more than just a bystander in these events. A realization struck her just as Dexter was stepping out

deliberately chosen not to have Justin accompany him, suggesting that he had been prepared to face this

with the crew outside dwindled, Josie found herself momentarily frozen, unable to act.

actions decisive as he cut the mooring rope. The ship sprung to life, its lights illuminating the darkness, a horn sounding off

find a secure spot to conceal her cash, but every potential hiding place was under strict surveillance. It

Mr. Dalton have departed on a smaller vessel; the cargo

to find Arnold. He was surprisingly alone, seated on the deck with a bottle of wine, seemingly lost

through the communicator, “No anomalies

aloud, “Has Dexter’s men

sign of them. Perhaps

was a cold, derisive laugh, a clear

casually remarking, “How much longer do you plan to skulk in the

immediately tensed, scanning their surroundings

any point in hiding and stepped forward boldly. “Seems like you’re enjoying yourself, Arnold. Even with danger looming, you still find time for leisure,” she observed, her tone a mix of mockery