The Epic Blind Date with My Boss

Chapter 354 Making up Stories

Josie remained confined to the main bedroom, constantly under surveillance. She felt more like she was being monitored than cared for.

Sitting up was a challenge. At times she would find herself gazing at the ceiling, overwhelmed by a long- forgotten fear. Lately, her nights of sleep were haunted by visions of Dexter and Summer embracing in that abandoned factory.

Anderson prepared her oral medication, crushing it and mixing it with water. He asked curiously, “You’ve been so quiet. Why don’t you talk to me? Do you still have feelings for Dexter?”

Josie glanced at him, and Anderson pulled a piece of candy from his pocket, trying to tempt her.

Looking at the unfamiliar face before her, Josie was intrigued to make fun of him, “You may find it hard to believe, but I’m his ex-wife.”

Anderson was taken aback, “Ex-wife?”

Josie sighed frustratedly, recounting her fabricated past, “I met him when I was just sixteen, and he was a nobody. I married him despite all the difficulties we faced. But as soon as he became wealthy, everything changed. He cheated on me with another woman, and she had a terrible postpartum hemorrhage. And guess what? He had the audacity to ask me to donate blood to her…”

Anderson’s eyebrows shot up in astonishment, nearly disappearing into his hairline. Under normal circumstances, he would have dismissed such a story as unbelievable. Dexter didn’t fit the mold of someone who would do that.

eyes and the mix of determination and anguish

consoled her. “Alright. Alright. Crying will hurt your wound. It’s all in the past

and asked, “Anderson,

him?”

had some acquaintance, but I don’t know much about him. That’s

me. He’s not a good person. I beg you, let

Josie’s plea. His initial curiosity had been mere gossip, but now he was

He couldn’t wrap his head around the fact that there was a whole strange and unexpected backstory behind Dexter’s calm and collected

voice filled with desperation. “Imagine yourself in

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plea, but he felt powerless. Tm sorry, but

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main chair heard every word Josie spoke through the monitor. He observed her transformation from a sad expression to impatience while lying in