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.

withdrawing, he ordered his bodyguards to give the informant

due to the escalating violence that he couldn’t answer the call.

quickly informed Dexter. He promptly organized a teain to locate Josie,

seemed intertwined

led to

were both gauging each other’s

won’t buy it,” Dexter sighed,

she might

self-mockery, “Perhaps I shouldn’t

prompting a thoughtful look from

you are.” Leanne sensed his uncase. It was clear that Josie’s

Dexter’s lips curved into a wry

shifted her stance, perching on his knee as she regarded him, an infatuated glint in her eyes. “Dex… Why do you keep

at her, “You’re

many people, but I’m not interested in being just another assistant for you.”

almost on the

and Leanne’s eyes

and the need for caution, our driver won’t speed. It’ll take us about an hour to reach the Olsen Residence at our current pace.

her flirtatious advance.

someone else, her implied meaning might

was tender, brushing over