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?”

the sight of an entire warehouse

concerns, “Arnold mentioned that any mishap could lead to the ship being blown

were cut off by Dexter, “I’ve been

“You…”

was roused from her sleep?” Dexter revealed, shedding light on the cause of the earlier disturbance that

woman, and why does Arnold

the table, shared, “She’s the daughter of the second-in-command in Rivodia. Arnold needed a reputable wife to solidify his social standing. It’s no surprise to me; leveraging influential relationships has

Summer were

pondered what true benefit Arnold sought from his actions. Was survival his sole

“The second-in-command-that was the contact you had before

of looks confirmed their mutual understanding, with

Mr. Dalton’s people. Who

Dexter broached the subject of Josie’s earlier interaction with

was playing him,”

by a rueful smile, was, “I’m not