The Epic Blind Date with My Boss

Chapter 254 Her Tearful Eyes

Josie couldn’t believe his audacity…

She never expected Dexter to be so audacious and shameless. With no choice, she reluctantly allowed him to have his way. And that was her second blunder. By the time they finally untangled, dusk was upon

them.

Exhausted, Josie let him assist in cleaning up and getting dressed. Finally, she nestled into his arms, feeling drowsy and no longer concerned about her hunger, “I want some water.”

Then, a glass of cool water was brought to her lips in no time, quenching her dry throat and providing much-needed relief.

She heard the spirited man ask in a low voice, “Are you still hungry?”

In her groggy state, Josie weakly declined, “No, let me rest for a while, okay?”

we’ll head home after you’ve had some rest.” Dexter chuckled, satisfied with her response. In a better mood, he carried her back to bed. Both of them

warm, kicked off the blanket. Dexter frowned. After a while, she began to feel cold and instinctively snuggled closer to the source of

into a deep

in the soft glow of the bedside lamp. The more he looked, the stronger the fluttering in his heart became. He glanced at the rings adorning their fingers and

chest.

a sense of

had crossed paths in the past. In the year he had just taken over Russell Group, he had a group of loyal employees who

Calvin and some of the employees insisted on throwing a celebration for him. However, they all got drunk, and Dexter had to arrange transport for them

their place, he leaned against the car and lit a cigarette, gazing at the stars. It was the first time in his

clear goals, but now he felt lost… Dexter’s grandfather had always steered him towards his future path but never once asked if

a night unlike any other when he found himself grappling with uncertainty

in tears, trying to speak loudly to overpower her sobs. Every word

predicament mirrored the mundane challenges of everyday life, similar to the struggles that weighed on every individual, seemingly insurmountable at

the ground revealed the depth of her sorrow. She made a valiant effort to compose herself, attempting to pick up the receiver but struggling to rise from her crouched

words. The sight of her anguish stirred a profound concern within