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

After carefully securing the final layer of gauze, Morgan asked casually, “Since I let you go back then, shouldn’t you tell me how these past two years have been for you?”

Josie averted her gaze. “I have a daughter now.”

Morgan’s expression darkened slightly.

An hour later, Morgan finally met the daughter Josie had mentioned.

The little girl was sitting on the carpet, playing with blocks. Her eyebrows and eyes resembled Josie’s.

So, it wasn’t a lie.

“What’s her name?”

“You can call her Grape. She’s one and a half years old now. Please make yourself comfortable. I’m going to change my clothes,” Josie said. The information she had received today had left her emotionally drained. Returning to Dexter’s residence, she felt suffocated.

When she emerged again, Morgan was already sitting on the carpet, thoroughly enjoying his conversation with Grape. He had always been charming, and coaxing a child came naturally to him.

Josie stood on the stairs and could see the forced smile on his face. He used to be so lively and spirited, but he looked weary at that moment.

“Mommy! He’s good at building blocks too!” Grape shouted towards Josie.

Josie smiled and was about to descend the stairs when she heard the sound of a car. It was the same car Dexter had taken earlier in the morning. He had returned.

Through the glass, she could see his hurried figure, with Larry trailing behind him. Josie composed herself and finally descended the stairs.

“Josie!”

As soon as Dexter stepped through the door, he called out to her, a hint of joy sparkling in his eyes. Larry shared the same sentiment.

He didn’t know where Morgan had taken her, but with Grape here, he knew she would return.

And he was right.

Josie descended the stairs and stood opposite him. She remained calm as she said, “You’re back.”

Dexter noticed her injury and furrowed his brows immediately. However, his gaze quickly shifted from her to Morgan, who was not far away. He raised an eyebrow slightly. “So it’s Mr. Bastille who brought you back.”

Morgan stood up and approached them. “It seems you’re not pleased with my visit, Mr. Russell.”

Josie felt almost numb, likely because Scar’s words had led her to disregard Dexter’s feelings even more. She didn’t see any issue with bringing Morgan home.

“Of course not.” Dexter concealed the joy in his eyes. “Grape, have you greeted him?”

“Yes. He’s Mr. Bastille,” Grape said in her sweet voice, completely oblivious to the tension among the adults.

Josie took a deep breath, not wanting to beat around the bush. “Morgan saved me and brought me back. Inviting him in for a cup of tea shouldn’t be too much to ask, right?”

“Of course it’s not too much. Stay for dinner too, Dexter said calmly. “I’ll instruct the housekeeper to prepare.”

“No thanks. One should never rely on charity, even if it means starving. Isn’t that right, Mr. Russell?” After finishing his words, Morgan walked past them and left. Halfway through, he stopped and reminded Josie, “No matter what, your own health is the most important.”Content is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

She nodded slightly.

After he left, Larry, who was behind Dexter, was eager to say something. “Actually-”

“Forget it. She probably doesn’t want to hear it now,” Dexter interrupted him. “You go out first.”

The two exchanged a meaningful glance. Josie also signaled the housekeeper to take the child away.

Suddenly, the room fell silent.

“After I return to Wavery, I will address the matter concerning Xanthe,” he stated directly.

It appears that he overheard Scar’s words.

Maintaining a composed expression, Josie inquired, “And what happens next?”