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!

Arnold’s phone rang, startling her so much that she almost

carefully withdrew a strawberry-flavored candy. She slowly tore open the wrapper and placed the candy in her mouth, savoring

to the sofa. Her smile faltered when she met his dark, clear eyes staring

“F*ck!”

into his arms. She

caught a faint whiff

up from sleep. His voice was hoarse and gravelly as he asked, “What

smell still lingered

She wasn’t sure

to prepare

hopped towards

his eyes with his hands. “I’m begging you, he said, his voice thick with lethargy.

was taken aback by his sudden

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

comfortable clothes, 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 he was leaving, he turned to Lillian and said, “Leave your bowl

surge of happiness took a turn witnessing his reluctant

aloof as if she had forcefully clung onto him, and he needed to put up with

Arnold was already asleep. A picture on the headrest of the bed caught her eye as she