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

and watched as she muttered again after some

“Dad…”

in his eyes

Dexter made a silent gesture, and the maid understood immediately. Sᴇaʀch

“Bring her a blanket.”

around and went up the

The next day.

She was confused as the blanket draped on her

ears as she exercised her stiff shoulders and said, “Thank you for the

word, Josie hurried upstairs to freshen up. The maid could

managed

for employees when a strong force

her balance and staggered. She would have become the company’s joke if she didn’t hold on to the nearest thing

up with a

door closed, the man’s look of disdain was seared into her

She was speechless.

that hares may pull dead lions by the

“Get in.”

the cold, deep

felt a sense of foreboding when she looked

just wait

and pulled her

and was about to

The pain she was expecting didn’t arrive as she

her head, and her breath caught in her throat as the man’s attractive face was inches

hand was on his