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

After two years apart, this place had seemingly become a famous spot for influencers to frequent.

The location was prime, boasting an unbeatable ocean view. The restaurant on the top floor was a gathering spot for many socialites and ladies enjoying their afternoon tea. Josie knew there was a spending limit there. Only the wealthy and noble could afford to go in.

She found a place to sit and reached out to the other party’s assistant. The person responded, “My boss is still sleeping at this hour. Could you please wait a bit?”

Sleeping at two in the afternoon? Josie’s lips curled into a smile. A figure suddenly emerged in her mind, and that was Morgan. That was something he was capable of doing.

Having arrived, she had no choice but to wait. Josie asked the waiter for the menu, not ordering any popular dishes. “A slice of raspberry cheesecake, a hot fudge sundae, and a bottle of white wine. Thank you,” she requested.

The waiter immediately showed a pleasant surprise. “Miss, you’re quite the connoisseur.”

Josie merely smiled without uttering a word. Basking in Dexter’s fortune, she sampled every dish there, a nostalgic reminder of her two years in Sumanthova. She often found herself yearning for the white wine from this hotel.

Dexter held a particular fondness for this place. The reason was simple. Russell Group was right across from this building.

Being close brought all sorts of conveniences, in every sense of the word.

grand and majestic as it was in the past. The stream of tourists

washed over her. She snapped a picture, hesitating over whether or not to send it to Dexter. She typed: Is this a

right, she hesitated to send the message. Just then, murmurs of conversation echoed

From the photo, it does look like

of women gathered together,

actually return? Could she be targeting

to say. However, Dexter has long since stepped away from the limelight. Surely, she

man would willingly settle for someone who’s been around? They all crave novelty. Besides, who

words always seemed to spill from the lips

she absentmindedly toyed with her cake using her

her appetite.

you get your information from? Are you spreading

couldn’t make

best she could ever hope for. Where else could she find someone