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

It was evening when they walked out of the supermarket. The sunset cast a pink glow over the city, giving it a warm and inviting atmosphere.

Josie had her back toward the light. She couldn’t see Dexter’s face clearly, but the sunset colored his hair golden. He was systematically putting the groceries they had bought into the trunk. Josie felt an indescribable feeling within her; her heart started to race. It was undeniable Dexter was a sensible and mature man. There weren’t many men like him, even less those that stood at the top of the food chain. Josie couldn’t believe she had bagged this man as her husband.

Albeit… only in name.

“Get in. What are you doing?” Dexter tapped the underside of her head.

Josie wanted to ask him if he had ever dated before or if he had ever liked someone, but she stopped herself. Because she knew Dexter probably wouldn’t answer, and even if he did, it probably would not satisfy her curiosity.

When they returned to Mason Garden, Julie jumped when she saw how many groceries they had bought.

Josie was quick on her feet. She started to busy herself the moment she entered the house while Dexter sent some emails from the couch in the living room. He would occasionally glance toward the kitchen. It was his first time seeing a woman donning an apron and cooking for him.

A delicious aroma wafted from the kitchen shortly after, and Josie came out with some dishes.

“Time to eat,” she called out.

last time someone besides a servant had called him for a meal was

have gone by in

dishes on the table. When Julie saw the spicy arrabbiata pasta, she commented worriedly, “Mr. Russell doesn’t really

I spent so much time on it. You

can eat it.” Dexter unbuttoned the cuffs on his sleeves

spicy food, but it had been a

was. Ten minutes later, she was downing glasses of milk, but besides a hint of red on Dexter’s lips, he

“It’s not bad.”

clenching her teeth from

people in Wavery can’t stand spicy food.

a friend who liked to eat spicy food. But my friend wasn’t good

friend male

“Female,” Dexter replied hesitantly.

face almost hit the table. She looked

didn’t think he would have