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.

gazed at the building across the street. Russell Group remained largely unchanged, as grand and majestic as it was in the past. The stream of tourists below was endless, and the bustling foreign concession, stretching for miles,

a picture, hesitating over whether or not to send it

they weren’t quite right, she hesitated to send the message. Just then,

figure… From the photo,

group of women gathered together,

return? Could she be targeting

stepped away from the limelight. Surely, she

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

words always seemed to spill from the lips

with her cake using her spoon,

her appetite.

your information from? Are you spreading wild

Josie only returned because she couldn’t make

was the best she could