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

But Dexter was already geared up, his firearm held firmly. His gaze conveyed a fierce resolve and unyielding determination.

“If I can’t face this fear, how can I call myself a father?” Dexter’s words cut through the tension.

Without further ado, he rose and marched toward the area with fewer wolves. The group could only watch, gripped by apprehension.

Today, facing the danger threatening his own daughter, Dexter finally knew what it was like to love a child. Urgency and worry surged within him; the mere thought of harm befalling his child filled him with an unbearable dread. He wouldn’t want to live either if anything were to happen to her.

Proficient in combat, Dexter was swift and agile. With a deft motion, he seized the leg of an attacking wolf and hurled it aside, outpacing the beast. His other leg swept low, tripping another wolf, its mournful howl piercing the air with a haunting echo.

Yet, the sound drew the attention of the other wolves, their eyes gleaming with bloodthirsty anticipation as they closed in on Dexter.

Dexter narrowed his eyes. His bodyguards positioned nearby braced themselves, ready to unleash a barrage of bullets.

Dexter opted for hand-to-hand combat, inching closer to

from behind. Larry and the others watched in horror, their voices ringing out in warning,

with precision, sending it crashing

its hunger and weakness made it easy to

prolong the confrontation. He was near the house now, about to call out for Grape, when a haunting howl

him, suffusing his heart with

the house could only mean one of two possibilities: either Grape

sudden halt, Justin panicked. “What’s happening

rose slowly, his expression mirroring the shock evident on Dexter’s face. “Maybe… he senses that something has happened to Grape,” he mused

him, causing him to collapse to the ground, his

the door of the house. Inside, he was met with a

of foreboding washed over him, intensifying