The Epic Blind Date with My Boss

Morgan couldn’t help but laugh when he heard this.

Dexter didn’t laugh. Heather poured him a glass of wine, but Larry quickly moved it away. saving, “Mr. Russell can’t drink alcohol.”

“Why?” Heather didn’t understand.

As Larry was struggling to explain, Eugene shifted the topic to Morgan. “Ms. Warren, you are the only woman I’ve ever seen who dares to show displeasure to Mr. Bastille. First love is indeed different, haha…”

Josie absentmindedly played with the food in her bowl, lacking any appetite. “Mr. Jablon, I’ve long heard of your reputation. I never thought you’d share the same love for gossip as womenfolk.”

This remark was clearly loaded with malice. Eugene felt a moment of awkwardness, then managed to squeeze out a smile and said to Morgan, “She’s quite a feisty girl, huh?”

Morgan curved his lips into a smile, pouring a glass of wine as a token of apology. “She’s always been like that. Please forgive her.”

In their conversation, it was as if they were back in their university days when he would take her out to see the world. He would often come to her defense during gatherings. Even if Josie said something wrong, people would not get angry out of respect for Morgan.

was just like

reminiscing. She stood up and said, “I’m

hot spring pool. Josie sat at the edge,

with them, I don’t like listening to it, so

It was Heather.

didn’t look at her. “Are you okay with

and drop her off, I have nothing to

and women, though women were in the majority. They lined up by the

to death, and he rested his head on one hand. Heather sat next to him and talked to him,

too much. proposed a swimming competition. The women started to compete with each other, and it was then that their good figures were revealed.

the noise. Heather pulled his hand. “Let’s go take a

still, shoulder to shoulder with Morgan. Her previously upset mood improved significantly upon seeing this farce, a

extremely glaring in

spirits. With five women divided into pairs for a game, they were still one short. He turned his gaze to Heather. “Ms. Olsen, would you

hand, expressing her reluctance. “Let Ms. Warren join. I’ve been drinking.”