The Epic Blind Date with My Boss

The road came alive with a parade of sleek, black luxury cars, neatly spaced about five meters apart, cruising down the empty thoroughfare.

The rain pelted down incessantly, creating a rhythmic symphony on the car roofs. At the same time, raindrops painted graceful trails on the windowpanes.

Breaking the silence, Dexter’s voice carried a tinge of nostalgia, “It’s been a while since Wavery saw rain. this heavy.”

Leanne lowered her gaze, “We’ve had a two-month dry spell. Spring is here finally, bringing the inevitable. rain.”

“After this storm passes, the weather will gradually warm up.”

Dexter removed the rosary from his wrist, his fingers methodically tracing each bead, his expression a mystery.

Despite the car’s spacious design, their whispered exchange seemed to confine their surroundings.

The man casually shifted his posture, stretching out his long legs. One hand rested casually on his knee, projecting an air of relaxation.

In contrast, Leanne appeared slightly constrained.

“Dex… Why didn’t you clarify things today? When you didn’t answer the phone, were you out hunting for her father’s whereabouts?”

Earlier that day, Dexter had received news that someone had sighted Paul. Yet, upon his arrival, the informant had changed his story, claiming it was a misunderstanding.

wasn’t one to miss the subtle machinations at play. Swiftly withdrawing, he ordered his bodyguards to give the informant

violence

call in his place and quickly informed Dexter. He promptly organized a teain to locate Josie, only to find that

intertwined with

sequence of events led to their unexpected encounter.

and Josie were both gauging each other’s

won’t buy it,” Dexter sighed, rubbing his

you, she might not

perceptively, her chuckle tinged with self-mockery, “Perhaps I shouldn’t have tagged along

tinted her words, prompting a thoughtful look

uncase. It was

curved into a wry smile, his fingers fidgeting

glint in her eyes. “Dex… Why do you keep me close despite Mrs. Russell bothering

at her, “You’re my assistant.”

I’m not interested in being just another assistant for

were almost

glanced downwards, and Leanne’s eyes gleamed brightly in

about an hour to reach the Olsen Residence at our current pace. It could get exhausting. You should take a nap if you

ignored her flirtatious

meaning

leg was tender, brushing