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

Mallory cleared her throat. “It’s hard not to know about the commotion that’s been happening within the borders of Wavery.”

Josie glanced at her, seemingly understanding everything.

By the time everything was wrapped up, it was already evening. Josie felt utterly exhausted, her body aching all over after a full day of acupuncture treatments.

Surprisingly, Mark hadn’t left yet. He was in good spirits, but there was a hint of caution in his demeanor. “Josie, the doctor said you’re out of danger now. It’s not ideal for you to stay in the hospital indefinitely. You don’t have a permanent residence in Wavery, so how about… How about you come back with me to the Olsen Residence?”

He spoke cautiously, fearing she might disagree.

Seeing Josie’s expression change, he quickly added, “Of course, if you’re not comfortable with it, that’s fine, too. I can arrange for a hotel or an apartment. You can choose wherever you want to go. I won’t force you!”

Mallory glanced at Josie’s expression and subtly pinched her. The meaning behind her action was self-evident.

memories for her. However, given the circumstances, since the Olsen family

and he suddenly slapped his thigh. “All right, I’ll have someone

her into the car, Mallory went off to attend to other matters. Along the way, he kept sending her messages: Don’t be foolish. Make sure to seize the

her gaze met the driver’s. Taking the initiative, the driver introduced himself. “Ms. Olsen, I am Old Mr. Olsen’s personal assistant. We met a few times

position, even allowing

evening breeze causing her hair to become a disheveled mess. It had been two years since

things to change that much. “Have there been a lot of

this yourself, Ms. Olsen, answered the

that it had been renovated. As they drove in, the mansion was brightly lit,

way. He was the first to get out, exchanging a few words with Claudia. Subsequently, her expectant

said, “You’ve been on Mrs. Olsen’s

memory, still exuding an air of grace and composure. A gentle breeze rustled through his hair,