The Epic Blind Date with My Boss

Chapter 620 Learning to Ski

She tumbled headfirst into the snowdrift, the cold air biting at her nose and cheeks. She could taste the snowflakes on her tongue as she gasped for breath. After a moment, she lifted. her head and took a deep breath of the crisp winter air.

Dexter picked up her ski poles, panting as he approached her. “You fool.”

Josie’s face fell into a pout. “It’s only my first time.”

The ski complex was a hive of activity, with people of all social classes enjoying a day of skiing.

No one there could recognize Josie and Dexter, and for the first time in a long time, she felt. like a normal couple skiing with their friends in wintertime.

This was what she had always hoped for with Dexter, to be able to just be themselves and enjoy each other’s company.

Dexter noticed her unfocused gaze and gave her a pinch on her cheeks. “Get up now. The ground is really cold. You can try again.”

Josie held onto his hands. “I like this place.”

“We can come here often if you like it here,” he said, firmly pulling her from the ground.

He assured her confidently, but Josie felt this could be the last time.

step, she noticed her left ankle was sprained. Dexter knelt down beside her and gently unlaced her boots. He massaged her ankle tenderly; his lips curled into a playful grin. “I

at him. “It’s all your fault for not

way she shifted the blame on him. A smirk played on his face as soon as he heard her comment. Josie’s face scrunched up as he continued to rub her ankle with a controlled force. A jolt of

blue, she leaned in closer to Dexter and gave him

His hands froze in mid-air seconds

her head had already turned

the top of

feel so bad for spoiling

direction. “Nothing to worry about. Let’s

her on his

tried to reach back, but he held her tightly. “We have to let them know we’re leaving.” she

everyone is as foolish as you? They’ll catch up

her. The white layer of snow softened the edges of the ground and covered the

towards the exit,

and cold. The snow fell gently, like a million feathers drifting down

suspicion. “Have you carried anyone else

“Who else could’ve had this privilege?” he responded, his voice