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

Chapter 199 Don’t Get Ahead of Yourself

Arnold showed no response to her tease. “I had been pondering whether Dexter made me leave the city because of the project or if it was for you, and now I finally got my answer.

Josie fidgeted with her hands as she spoke with a hint of a smile. “So, what’s the answer?”

“Wouldn’t you know by now?”

Arnold stubbed out his cigarette and held his elegant, thin fingers under the automatic faucet.

“You’re getting more interesting. Why don’t you come to my side? You won’t be able to handle this marriage.”

“You’re getting ahead of yourself,” she answered calmly.

Arnold wrapped his arms around her waist and leaned closer to her. “Don’t be deceived by his nice facade. I heard he canceled the partnership with Jesse Abbott for you?”

“Is that not allowed?”

“It’s allowed, but do you truly understand his intentions? Did he do it for you or for his own benefit? Don’t fall too deep into his trap,” Arnold patiently warned Josie.

Josie was feeling conflicted. A minor celebrity wouldn’t be very beneficial to him. “Do you I’m less important to him than Jesse Abbott?”

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answer her directly. “Then why did

sadness tighten in her chest.

“How is it different?”

judgment. She wanted to escape his grasp, but he held on to her tighter and whispered in her ear, “What do you think the

widened in fear. “Arnold Carter! You

me like this.” He released her with his lips curled into a smile. He took two steps back, then turned and

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understand why he

was still busy. Her frustration was building up like a pressure cooker, so she texted him to say

she took two oranges from the fruit basket with

bounced out of the hotel, her steps light and carefree. She tossed an orange into the air and caught it with a delightful smile, flashing her beautiful teeth. She was like a student on a S~ᴇaʀᴄh the Find ɴøᴠel.nᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of

summer vacation.

a short while, she noticed Dexter’s car stopped in front of her. The driver honked and exited the vehicle. “Mrs. Russell, Mr. Russell had asked you to wait in

nowhere else

of the hotel. “Couldn’t you stay any

wronged and frustrated. “It’s too boring.” After a

dragged her into the car. “I’m more