The Epic Blind Date with My Boss

The rain seemed endless, and the air was filled with the sweet scent of aster. The couple walked down the alley while sharing an umbrella, finding their way back home.

Josie hugged her hands at her front, feeling slightly cold without a jacket. She also seemed to have grown even paler.

She stole a glance at Dexter. Noticing that his expression wasn’t overly cold, she asked somewhat hesitantly, “Why didn’t you tell me when Grandpa fell ill, Dexter?”

The man’s knuckles turned white from the force of gripping the umbrella. Without turning to her, he retorted, “Tell you to make you worry?”

“But…” She recalled having a row with him at that time. “You could have just told me. Then, I wouldn’t have scolded you so severely.”

A cold snort escaped Dexter’s lips. “That isn’t necessary.” He looked at her. “Don’t you scold me enough?”

Josie pursed her lips, tacitly agreeing with him.

After a brief silence where all she could hear was the sound of the rain hitting the stone bricks, she suddenly heard Dexter asking, “Josie, do you love me or hate me more?”

This question caught Josie off guard, but she blurted, “Of course, it’s hate.”

turned hard. “To what extent? You hate me so much that you

along with the flow. “Yeah. In all my years, Paul had

was on his turf. Once she got out, she would return to her fierce and aggressive self, truly

with a frown, unsure of the appropriate tone

fighting back a smile. It was clear that Dexter was not one to back down. From the beginning, he had always been in control, and someone

awkward at that

brewing out there now, with

as those words rang out, Dexter looked away, his expression

knew that he was keeping his anger

still and enunciated, “This is precisely what I want-to see her fall from

her, his gaze sharp as a drawn blade. “So, you refuse to

to hit me?” Going on her tiptoes, Josie leaned forward. “I likewise think a slap was

has already hit me, so there’s no difference whether he does it once or twice.