That Day When I Got Married to My Boss at the Blind Date

Chapter 11 Let Me Earn My Money

After the incident, Josie’s popularity in the design department was no longer what it used to be. People would gossip whenever she was around. Those that were extreme would deliberately bump into her just to insult her.

She put up with all of it.

“It’s alright.” She would comfort herself. It was nothing compared to her salary.

…

At night, Dexter reached home late after attending an unplanned meeting.

He shrugged off his coat and changed into his indoor slippers. As he was about to head upstairs, he noticed a slim figure curled up on the sofa.

The woman seemed to be restless. Her eyebrows were furrowed as she mumbled in her sleep.

He went up to her and listened.

“Get out of my way, you bunch of stupid admirers… Stay away… Let me earn my money…”

He furrowed his forehead speechlessly.

How badly off is she that she’s even dreaming about earning money?

At that moment, the laptop screen before Josie flickered. Dexter noticed an interior design plan opened on the screen.

Although it was just a rough draft, Josie’s ideas and thoughts that went into the design were apparent. Every stroke of the drawing showed off her skill and talent in designing.

A rare look of admiration flashed across Dexter’s face. But he was bewildered.

Why was she under the radar for all these years if she had such talent?

“Nghh…”

fell from her eye and sunk into the sofa

watched as she muttered again after some

“Dad…”

eyes flickered. The cold glint in his eyes turned

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“Bring her a blanket.”

and went up

The next day.

sleep. She was confused as the blanket draped on her shoulders

in Josie’s ears as

word, Josie hurried upstairs

rushed to the company and managed to clock in

for employees

She would have become the company’s joke if she didn’t hold on to the nearest thing just

with a frown to see one of her

the man’s look of

She was speechless.

that hares may pull

“Get in.”

at the cold, deep

of foreboding when she looked over to

for the offer, Mr. Russell. I’ll just wait for the next elevator.

arm and pulled her into

stumbled and was about to

The pain she was expecting

her head, and her breath caught in her throat as the man’s

was