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

Chapter 270 Get Out

Her pink laptop was left on the sofa, the screen still glowing.

Arnold hovered the mouse over the game icon, and the main page immediately popped up. He was stunned to see she was still using his account to play.

Arnold had invited her to play games to pass the time at the office. She laughed at his gaming skills, which baffled him. He challenged her. “If you’re so good, help me get into the next league.”

Hence, he gave her his account details.

Arnold glanced at the screen, surprised that she had already leveled up.

Arnold closed the gaming webpage and tried to access the files on her computer, but they were all password-protected. He tried to unlock them, but he was unsuccessful.

She was a true professional, but only at the things unrelated to her work.

The following day, Lillian woke up early, limping out of the bedroom and into the living room, where she saw Arnold asleep on the sofa. He was clutching her laptop to his chest.

Her eyebrows lifted in surprise and delight at the sight of the candies on the table.

He brought candies!

so much that she almost jumped

bag of candies, her movements slow and deliberate. She reached in and carefully withdrew a strawberry-flavored candy. She slowly tore open the wrapper and placed the candy in her mouth,

smiled as her eyes wandered over to the sofa. Her smile faltered when she met his dark, clear

“F*ck!”

swiftly caught her as she stumbled, and she fell into his arms. She winced

a faint

as he had just woken up from sleep. His voice was hoarse and gravelly as he asked, “What are you

still lingered in

was feeling foggy in the morning, her mind still half in dreamland. She wasn’t sure how to answer him, so she simply stared at his thin, slightly

going to

away from him and hopped towards the kitchen like a

was fully awake. He groaned and covered his eyes with his hands. “I’m

taken aback by his

both of them while Lillian played games on her laptop. The sight of his broad back silhouetted against the morning light as he cooked in his

his hair was disheveled, and his long pants were folded at the ankles. He had just finished breakfast, and he felt his energy draining. He went back into the guest room to take a nap. As

took a turn witnessing

and aloof as if she had forcefully clung onto

guest room, but Arnold was already asleep. A picture on the headrest of the bed caught her eye as she walked in softly. Sᴇaʀch Thᴇ