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.

street. Russell Group remained largely unchanged, as grand and majestic as it was in the past. The stream of tourists below was endless, and

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

typing and deleting several words, feeling they weren’t quite right, she hesitated to send the message. Just then, murmurs of

photo, it

of women gathered together,

return?

However, Dexter has long since stepped away from the limelight.

can get whatever she wants from Dexter. But let’s be real. What man would willingly settle for someone who’s been around? They all crave novelty. Besides, who knows how many people she’s been with out there? If I were Dexter, I’d

to spill

absentmindedly toyed with her cake using her spoon, suddenly

her appetite.

your information from? Are

she couldn’t make it out there,” said the woman with the shrill

best she could ever hope for. Where else could she