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

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Dexter got up to find a hot compress for her eyes.

Josie rubbed her eyes and rolled to the other side of the bed to find her phone. She wanted to call. Matthew as she was worried that something would happen.

However, Dexter had already returned. He sat on the bed and patted her head. “Get up. Let me check your

eyes.

Josie had no choice but to let him touch her. Strangely, her fear disappeared.

The weather was good that day. She went out to the yard in her pajamas and messy hair and sat there to get some sunlight. She watched the warm sunlight shining on the white walls.

Dexter had left his black jacket on the bench. Josie picked it up and covered herself with it to stay warm.

As a student, she loved wearing her male classmates’ jackets. They always felt warmer than her own

After a while, Dexter came and urged her to wash up. He planned to bring her to see Laura and thank her for saving her that night.

different this time as he

was surprised to discover that Laura had been discharged. Moreover, her house was nearby. Although her home was slightly smaller, it had

noon, but Laura

certificate, stating that Laura had a slight concussion

If not for me, Laura

placed his hand on her

It’s not your fault. Laura is doing okay. The doctor said she would recover with some rest. If anyone is to

and added, “What about you? Did you get

Josie shook her head.

for what he has done. You are now a Russell. He can never hope

Brandel seemed

upon hearing him. However, when talking to Josie, he softened his tone. “You

Josie until she walked out of sight before turning to the older man with a shallow smile. “Please lead the

the pavilion. Mr. Brandel sipped tea and said, “Dexter, I was surprised to see you beat up that man

At the same time, he observed the window to Laura’s

all, it involved

wife. I

in a chair in Laura’s room, waiting