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

Chapter 254 Her Tearful Eyes

Josie couldn’t believe his audacity…

She never expected Dexter to be so audacious and shameless. With no choice, she reluctantly allowed him to have his way. And that was her second blunder. By the time they finally untangled, dusk was upon them.

Exhausted, Josie let him assist in cleaning up and getting dressed. Finally, she nestled into his arms, feeling drowsy and no longer concerned about her hunger, “I want some water.”

Then, a glass of cool water was brought to her lips in no time, quenching her dry throat and providing much-needed relief.

She heard the spirited man ask in a low voice, “Are you still hungry?”

In her groggy state, Josie weakly declined, “No, let me rest for a while, okay?”

“Alright, we’ll head home after you’ve had some rest.” Dexter chuckled, satisfied with her response. In a better mood, he carried her back to bed. Both of them were weary from the day’s events, so they simply tidied up and drifted off to sleep together.

The room temperature was comfortable, but Josie, feeling a bit warm, kicked off the blanket. Dexter frowned. After a while, she began to feel cold and instinctively snuggled closer to the source of warmth, wrapping her arms around him.

drifted into

her rosy cheeks and long lashes in the soft glow of the bedside lamp. The more he looked, the stronger the fluttering in his heart became. He glanced at

chest.

a sense

in the past.

and some of the employees insisted on throwing a celebration for him. However, they all got drunk, and Dexter had to arrange transport for them and

lit a cigarette, gazing at the stars. It

clear goals, but now he felt lost… Dexter’s grandfather had always steered him towards his future path but never once asked if there was anything he

city filled him with a growing weariness. It was a night unlike any other when he found himself grappling with uncertainty and questioning the very path he

making a call. She was in tears, trying to speak loudly to overpower her sobs. Every word

learned of her father’s illness and the family’s financial struggles. Her predicament mirrored the mundane challenges of everyday life, similar to the struggles that weighed on every individual, seemingly insurmountable at

and the fallen receiver on the ground revealed the depth of her sorrow. She made a valiant effort to compose herself,

was just a few comforting words. The sight of her anguish stirred a profound concern within him as if he feared she might suffocate and fade away in

the insignificance of his own

tracks. It struck him that she was