The Epic Blind Date with My Boss

“What do you think? Two years ago, he suffered a fatal blow. Now, he’s extremely fragile, burdened by both physical and psychological stress. You understand.”

Dexter wore a serious expression, seemingly lost in thought.

“Got an idea?” Calvin sat down and took a sip of the coffee he had brewed. He spat it out as soon as it hit his tongue. “Damn, why is it so bitter?”

Dexter lifted his gaze. “It tastes better after a while. Give it another taste.”

Calvin was half convinced. He took another sip, but it was still unbearably bitter.

He furrowed his brows and said, “Regarding Josie’s matter, should we send word from Rivodia back to Wavery? Just say the word, and I’ll handle it for you.”

Indeed, having Mark’s support at this time was a significant boost. However, Dexter simply rose and walked to the window, his back figure exuding loneliness. “Forget it.”

“Why?”

“Josie doesn’t want it.”

That sentence left Calvin frozen in place. The Dexter he knew never cared about what others thought.

Calvin rubbed his temples, feeling somewhat helpless. “She brought you so much trouble. I don’t know whether it’s a blessing or a curse.”

Dexter chuckled. “I don’t

made him realize that her presence by his side was indeed his

to Dexter. “To be honest,” he said, “no matter how much you do, she may not necessarily be yours. Yet, it’s

called out his

uttering a hum of

of wild ideas. She’s half like me and half like her. My

eyes, there was a gentleness

never thought I could have

like children, you

the child. Even without Grape, I would

was momentarily at a loss for

was a time when he thought the person before him didn’t even need love. But reality proved that he did need it, and all he

him a pat on the shoulder. “Settle down as soon as you

to Mallory who had come to visit together with

held up a cup of coffee brewed by Dexter, insisting that Mallory should also

took a sip, her face