The Epic Blind Date with My Boss

Before leaving the studio, Josie countered Laura’s assumption. “Do I really care about him? I wouldn’t have even cared if he were on the brink of death!”

Recalling the times Arnold had played games with her, her anger was palpable.

Back at Mason Garden, Paul was seated at the dining table, engrossed in his meal. Spotting Josie’s return, Julie hastened to take her coat. “Madam, you’re back so soon.”

“Yes, just had to handle some minor matters.” Josie approached the table, casting a glance at her father’s meal. “What’s on the menu?”

Her attention shifted as she noticed her father clutching a photograph frame tightly, his gaze distant. “Dad? What’s that you’re holding onto? Dad?”

Extending her hand, she gently shook her father’s arm, snapping him out of his reverie. “It’s your photograph, Jo.”

Josie was taken aback. “Photograph? Which photograph?” She couldn’t recall placing any framed photo of herself.

Julie approached with a concerned expression. “…Madam, since you left, he’s been holding onto that photograph, insisting it’s yours. I’ve tried explaining, but he wouldn’t listen.”

brows. Her father’s memory had become less reliable since his recovery, and moments of confusion weren’t uncommon. She hadn’t paid

“What photograph?”

and whispered something

changed dramatically upon hearing it. She swiftly moved forward, intending to

release it, his frustration

intensified. “It’s not me! I’m right here in front of

Paul persisted, thinking she was trying to snatch the photo from

applied more force, but her attempt led to a fall

from her father’s grasp, landing on the floor with

broken frame revealed the picture

a wave of sorrow washed over her. She drew nearer, wanting to retrieve the picture, but a piece of glass cut her hand, and a droplet of blood

concern as she exclaimed worriedly,

blood snapped Paul back to reality. He trembled, rushing to

Josie remained motionless.