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!

the bag of candies when Arnold’s phone rang, startling her so much that

her movements slow and deliberate. She reached in and carefully withdrew a strawberry-flavored candy. She slowly tore

Her smile faltered when she met his dark, clear eyes staring back at

“F*ck!”

stumbled, and she fell into his arms. She winced in pain as her

faint whiff

up from sleep. His voice was hoarse and gravelly as he asked, “What are you doing so early in the

smell still lingered in his

foggy in the morning, her mind still half in dreamland. She wasn’t sure how to answer him, so she simply

I’m going to

from him and hopped towards the

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

taken aback by

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

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

of happiness took a turn witnessing

and aloof as if she had forcefully clung onto

heart chilled as she froze at the dining table. Later, she limped slowly towards the guest room, but Arnold was already asleep. A picture on the headrest of the bed caught her eye as