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

Josephine seemed uncertain about whether to trust Arnold’s words, but nonetheless, she nestled within his embrace, seeking comfort.

Scar unable to contain his impatience, nudged Josie, signaling it was time for them to leave. “Enough gawking. Let’s go!”

Suddenly, Josie found herself being whisked into a bedroom, the door locking with a click behind her. “Hey!” she called out in protest, but Scar had already secured the door from the outside, leaving her with no choice but to stay.

Surveying her surroundings, Josie realized she was in a room far too lavish for any ordinary bodyguard. The presence of liquor on the bedside table caught her attention-it was brandy, a detail that hinted this was Arnold’s master bedroom.

The thought crossed her mind that Arnold had managed to keep a secret lover hidden in such a place.

While searching for an escape, she was startled by a pair of hands that suddenly covered her mouth from behind.

“It’s me!” a familiar voice whispered, bringing a sense of relief.

Turning around, Josie found Dexter standing there, his presence in the room as surprising as it was reassuring.

“How did you get here?” she asked, stepping back to gauge his response.

“I went on a patrol.”

“What did you find? What’s on the ship?”

his tone reflective as he recounted the sight of an entire warehouse overflowing

lead to the ship being blown up directly.

off by Dexter, “I’ve been

“You…”

think Josephine was roused from her sleep?” Dexter

woman, and

bottle of wine on the table, shared, “She’s the daughter of the second-in-command in Rivodia. Arnold needed a reputable wife to solidify his social standing.

mused aloud. “Arnold and Summer were merely pawns for Wayne, used to ingratiate himself with the elite. It’s rather sad, isn’t

from his

connection, “The second-in-command-that was the contact

confirmed their mutual understanding, with Dexter concluding, “We

is one of Mr.

subject of Josie’s earlier interaction with Arnold. “I heard your conversation

was playing him,” Josie

rueful smile, was, “I’m not