The Epic Blind Date with My Boss

The following day, Josie woke up not feeling as sharp as usual because she didn’t have a good night’s sleep the night before.

At that time, Justin and the others had already finished their breakfast. His leg hadn’t fully healed, so it was propped up on one side. Grape was lying next to him, drawing on his cast with colored pencils.

Upon seeing Josie, Justin remarked, “Oh? You two didn’t share a bed again last night, did you?”

Josie’s face turned red, her ears flaming. She grabbed a pillow and threw it at him. “Stop it. I can sleep by myself!”

Suddenly, Justin was hit by a sudden realization. “Then why have you only woken up now? Were you that tired?”

Josie was cutting her sunny-side-up egg with a knife and fork, and her grip tightened when she heard those words. Yet, a smile remained on her face. “Say that again, and we’ll see if this knife ends up in your face.”

Justin rolled his eyes, but ultimately, he didn’t say anything more.

The mornings were always serene. Justin was frolicking with Grape, while Paul sat quietly on the balcony, basking in the sun. Sometimes, he would ramble on, and Dexter would approach him to converse, indulging in imaginative conversations together.

Josie watched this scene, sometimes feeling dazed. These days, she surprisingly felt the breath of life, more vivid and warm than in Sumanthova.

Grape had whispered to her more than once, “Mommy, I love it here. I love Daddy and Uncle Justin. I also like a lot of the people here.”

she had known earlier, she wouldn’t have agreed to Dexter’s so-called hundred-day pact. After a hundred days, what am

step forward to remind her, “Mrs. Russell,

was taken aback. “What

was also puzzled. “Mr. Russell said,

gone mad.” Josie continued to exert force under her knife. A moment later, she

and sandwiches were standard fare

All the food you’ve been eating these past few days was

could cook, but she hadn’t expected him to be so

to me, aren’t you?” Josie didn’t believe

“It’s true…”

her gaze landing on the man seated shoulder to shoulder with Paul. The sunlight bathed him, casting an aura

a loss for words. After a brief pause, she pushed away her plate. “I can’t

“Um…”

side when she heard Paul muttering, “Jo is a good girl. You must

Paul was