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

Grape had no choice but to turn towards Josie. Her obedient demeanor tugged at Josie’s heart. She sighed and said, “I have some work to do. Why don’t you go play with Ms. Whiteford for a while? Once I’m finished, I’ll come right back.”

“Okay.”

A child of just over a year old would naturally have a strong attachment to their mother. It was truly heartbreaking to see her suppress her sadness.

“Don’t worry. I will take good care of Grape,” Mallory assured.

“Don’t let Calvin spoil her. Keep an eye on them,” Josie reminded.

“Leave it to me.” Mallory gave Lachlan a mischievous smile and then walked away with Grape. Josie took it all in and explained to Lachlan, “She’s a woman, after all. It’s more convenient.”

“I understand, Alice. It seems like you all know more than I do,” Lachlan said weakly.

Ever since Dexter appeared, it felt as if Josie was gradually returning to a past that had nothing to do with him.

Josie didn’t know how to describe such a relationship. In her silent pause, Larry, who had been watching from a distance for a long time, finally approached

“Ms. Warren, it’s time to leave.”

Josie glanced to the side. Dexter was not far away, exuding a hint of weariness.

When the subordinate brought the car around, he was extremely respectful as he said, “I was not aware that your flight had been rescheduled to an earlier time, hence the delay, Mr. Russell. Please accept my apologies.”

It was a Tesla fresh from the car dealership, which, for him, wasn’t considered too extravagant. The atmosphere in the car was heavy. Larry was driving in the front seat. “Moses will arrive tomorrow.”

It’s been a long time since I’ve heard that name. Dexter subtly lifted his gaze, while Josie sat in the corner, staring at the scenery outside, seemingly oblivious to everything around her.

“Have you made the arrangements regarding the matter with Mr. Dalton?”

“I have. It will just be a regular meal, but he doesn’t know what we’re really up to.

The two engaged in sporadic conversation. Josie had been listening for a while and was starting to feel somewhat stifled, so she rolled down the car window.

“Mr. Dalton never showed his true self to anyone. Will he come?”

Dexter was about to respond, but Larry beat him to it. “If it were anyone else, he certainly wouldn’t come. However, these past two years, he has been constantly challenging Mr. Russell. As long as Mr. Russell is present, he will come.”

I see.

“What about Justin? Can I see him?”

“It depends on the situation.”

After answering, Larry felt the cold temperature from the back seat. He slapped his forehead, quickly raised the partition, and focused on being a driver.

“If you wish to see him, I’ll arrange it,” Dexter said, looking at her while absentmindedly rubbing his fingertips.

Josie noticed his subtle movements and also observed that the rosary beads on his wrist were no longer there.

Two years have passed. It’s time for a change.

She said in a low voice, “Could you pass on a message for me? Whether he wants to meet or not, it’s up to him.”

Instead of La Oriele, they arrived at an upscale country club, where a few socialites stood at the entrance, welcoming guests.

After getting out of the car, Larry hesitated and said, “Ms. Warren, your attire today…”

She was dressed simply as she had been traveling with a child. Despite her natural elegance, her attire seemed somewhat out of place.

“I’ll arrange for someone to bring a set of clothes for you,” Dexter offered, extending his hand towards her.NôvelDrama.Org content rights.

“No, she can wear whatever she prefers, Dexter interjected, gesturing towards her.

“What role am I playing today?” Josie inquired.

“You are my companion,” Dexter replied.

Josie appeared hesitant. She massaged her temples and stated, “I should change my attire and makeup. Mr. Dalton has seen me before.”

Inside the changing room of the luxurious country club, Larry brought in a white gown. It was an exquisite, tailor-made garment that seemed to have been designed specifically for her.