The Epic Blind Date with My Boss

Winter Wonderland

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The declaration from Dexter sent a shockwave through Josie. While she had considered numerous ways to deal with Arnold, the finality of death had never been part of her contemplation. It felt too final, too extreme, and besides, there were unresolved matters concerning her father that needed addressing.

She quickly voiced her concerns, “No, no matter what direction this situation takes, we need to keep him alive. The issue with my father hasn’t been settled yet.”

Dexter’s response was cool and unyielding, “Your hope is admirable, but I can’t guarantee anything.”

His silhouette became more pronounced under the moonlight streaming through the window, giving his dark attire an ominous sheen.

avenue,” he stated, though the air between them always seemed to grow tense whenever this topic was

they stood at an impasse, the sound of footsteps and the turning of a lock from outside disrupted the moment. Josie’s

entrance. “I was half expecting to find my room in shambles,” he commented with a hint

yourself,” she remarked, “Winning over Lucas Yowell’s daughter. Is she aware that you have another side to you-that of Arnold Carter, a

briefly faltered before regaining its

my fair share of mingling with the elite. What did you expect?” Arnold mused, stepping further into the room. “In this world, you carve out your own identity. If I claim I’m Robyn,

there is an actual Robyn Mills out there. You’ve obscured him, usurping his identity,” she realized, understanding why Arnold’s

quicker on the uptake. Discovering this only now

voice was low but filled with intensity. However, her words seemed to vanish into thin air, her advice unheeded. She shook her head, a mixture of frustration and resignation in her gesture. “Step back, Arnold. Dexter has

her persistence. “Why do you insist on me changing my ways? Do you think I’m like Dexter, capable of being swayed so easily? The path I’ve chosen

in comparison to Dexter, their lives a

reaching out, took hold of his wrist.

demeanor remained unshaken. “If that’s to be my