The Epic Blind Date with My Boss

Josie stood still, momentarily stunned. After a while, she nodded and rose to her feet, calling for Moses to come in. “He’s drunk,” she said, “Help him inside to rest.”

Moses hurriedly entered, only to be met with Dexter’s gaze. For a moment, he was torn between advancing and retreating. Meanwhile, Josie had already returned to her room, or more accurately, Dexter’s room, where she had been temporarily residing for the past few days.

Moses was at a loss. “Should I… not have come in?”

Dexter merely closed his eyes, worn out from exhaustion.

Once the design blueprint was completed, Josie, as the lead designer, naturally had to present it to Arnold for review. It wasn’t just him, but also the leader in charge of this project, so she arranged a banquet at a high- end restaurant.

Before Josie left, she specifically instructed Moses to prepare a wheelchair for her. She sat in it to give it a try and found that it was fully automatic, which was quite impressive.

Grape sat in Dexter’s lap and asked, “Mommy, is this your new toy?”

Josie’s lips twitched. She saw Dexter leaning against the door. His expression was ambiguous, a mix of amusement and indifference. The desolation he had shown that day was gone, replaced by his usual calm demeanor.

“Expecting Arnold to have a conscience is like hoping to pluck stars from the sky,” he mocked, showing no courtesy at all.

“I’m just going through the motions. Who knows, he might still have

of that day had awakened her. She could no longer afford to be ambiguous with Dexter. Things were

on. His expression didn’t change as he said, “Then, I wish

her lips

sent chills down the spines of those

you off tomorrow. I have official matters to attend

to go by myself. I don’t need

cradling Grape in his

cautiously, “Mrs. Russell, isn’t it

before, don’t call me ‘Mrs. Russell. I’ve been divorced from him for a long time now. I don’t belong to anyone; I am my own person. Stop

felt somewhat embarrassed and quickly

never looking back. Josie cast a glance, forcibly suppressing

home. Justin was taking care of Paul. “He just left a

her lips. “I don’t

wore a