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

Chapter 182 Stirring up Publicity

Dexter pushed her into the car and swiftly settled into the driver’s seat, locking all the doors. to prevent any escape attempts from Josie.

Josie seethed with anger and gave him the cold shoulder, refusing to acknowledge his presence. Temporarily, Dexter didn’t rush to start the car. He rummaged through the glove

compartment and found a collection of spare medicines. He selected an ointment tube and demanded, “Give me your hand!”

Josie hesitated momentarily, observing his flustered demeanor, and reluctantly extended her hand. His anger escalated as he shouted, “The other hand!”

It seemed he had noticed all along…

Josie also suffered a scalding from the coffee spill, with a significant red mark on her hand. Yet, everyone seemed solely focused on Jesse’s well-being, neglecting her pain.

It was hard for Josie to comprehend that Dexter had been aware of her scalding.

Witnessing Josie’s surrender, the man appeared to soften as he gently took hold of her other hand, carefully applying the cooling ointment to her burn. Emotions stirred within him, leaving him at a loss for words.

Navigating cautiously through the challenging weather, the man drove at a slow pace, ensuring their safety on the road.

her seat with no escape, Josie leaned back, her mind wandering to memories of her younger days. She reminisced about a time when her father had dabbled in the world of non-religious spirituality, taking her to see a tarot

across a benefactor who will bring abundance and smoothness to your life,” the tarot card

couldn’t help but feel elated by the positive outlook. However, in

mustered the courage to confront Dexter, her voice tinged with disappointment, “Why did you help Jesse back there? Don’t

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their intimate moments been nothing but a facade? How could he be so indifferent to her

of her meaning. “I’m simply stating the truth,” he

streaming down her face, “Of course! So, Arnold was right about your so-called ‘truths. You’re nothing more than heartless,

face flushed with fury as he abruptly slammed on the

locked eyes with him, her determination

Arnold so much, why don’t you return to

her seatbelt. “Let