The Epic Blind Date with My Boss (Josie and Dexter)

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.

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

drifted into

relaxed. He tenderly studied her rosy cheeks and long lashes in the soft glow of the bedside lamp. The more he looked, the

felt a sense

and Josie had crossed paths in the past. In the year he had just taken over Russell Group, he

years of hard work, Calvin 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 make

at the stars. It was the first time in his life that he felt a

always considered himself rational with clear goals, but now he felt lost… Dexter’s grandfather had always steered him towards his future path but never once

growing weariness. It was a night unlike any other when he found himself grappling with uncertainty and questioning

a girl stood at a telephone booth, making a call. She was in tears, trying to speak loudly to overpower her sobs. Every word she uttered resonated in

predicament mirrored the mundane challenges of everyday life, similar to the

and the fallen receiver on the ground revealed the depth of her sorrow. She made a valiant effort to compose herself, attempting to pick up the receiver but struggling to rise from her

poignant moment, Dexter was overcome with an intense desire to reach out and offer solace, even if it was just a few comforting words. The sight of her anguish stirred a profound concern

the insignificance of his own momentary