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?”

chuckled, satisfied with her response. In a better mood, he carried her back to bed. Both of them were

room temperature was comfortable, but Josie, feeling a bit warm, kicked off the blanket. Dexter frowned. After a while, she began to feel cold and instinctively snuggled closer to the

Josie drifted into a deep

actions, his furrowed brows finally relaxed. He tenderly studied her rosy cheeks and long lashes 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 felt a

chest.

sense of

dream that was a reality he had lived before. He and Josie had crossed paths in the past. In the

work, Calvin and some of the employees insisted on throwing a celebration for him. However, they all got

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

he felt lost… Dexter’s grandfather had always steered him towards his future path but never once asked if there was anything he truly wanted for

filled him with a growing weariness. It was a night unlike any other when he found himself grappling with

at a telephone booth, making a call. She was in tears, trying to speak loudly to overpower her sobs. Every word she uttered resonated in his

and the family’s financial struggles. Her predicament mirrored the mundane challenges of everyday life, similar to the struggles

the fallen receiver on the ground revealed the depth of her sorrow. She made a valiant effort to compose herself, attempting to pick up the

intense desire to reach out and offer solace, even if it was just a few comforting words. The sight of her anguish stirred a