That Day When I Got Married to My Boss at the Blind Date - Season 2 Episode 83

Sitting side by side, Dexter and Henry were captivated and impressed by the woman before them. The family background had never been a concern for Henry when consulering a potential in-law for his grandson. Josie’s education, poise, and sensibility made her a truly noble woman, and he was delighted to have her join the big family

Josie spoke out of the blue. Grandpa. I’m sorry I couldn’t come to see you earlier. I had an injury to attend to. I hope you don’t mind that I didn’t see you sooner

Dexter furrowed his brow, finding her explanation unnecessary.

Henry immediately smiled and responded, “No worries at all. I really appreciated the gift

you sent.”

Unnoticed by Marilyn, Josie’s hand convulsed as she assembled the lasagna, causing a small amount of ground beef filling to spill onto the table.

Josie frowned. A gift?

She wasn’t naive. With a bit of deduction, she could surmise that it was likely Dexter’s doing A flattering gesture aimed at winning Henry’s heart and favor.

Although everything was just a charade, Henry had always treated her well.

Dexter sent the gift in her name, ensuring her reputation was flawless. He was always meticulous and tactful when it came to maintaining relationships.

But it was all just a facade…

Josie continued her mechanical motions, but her thoughts were in disarray. Remembering how Dexter had left with Jesse and returned to the filming site earlier if this had happened in the past, she would have been deeply moved.

Noticing her silence, Henry let out a sigh and spoke, “On the day you got injured, you have no idea how worried I was about you. I wanted to visit you at the hospital, but Dex stopped

me…”

Josie was taken aback and looked at the man on the sofa, who shifted his gaze away.

“Grandpa, I’m fine now…”

“Thank God you’re alright.” Henry glanced at Dexter and sensed something off in his expression. He then scolded him in a low voice, “Why the long face?”

Henry knew him well enough to understand that beneath his gentle demeanor, he could be possessive regarding things he valued. Not only that, but Dexter also had the impulsive, compulsive tendency to safeguard those close and who mattered to him.

Dexter had always been authoritative and had his quirks, but his devotion was unwavering. Henry knew there was more to his grandson than meets the eye, and he believed Josie must have witnessed this side of Dexter.

“Did you two just have a fight?” Henry broke the silence, sensing the tension between Josie and Dexter. He approached Josie and said, “What did Dex do to upset you? Tell Grandpa, and I’ll set things right.”

“Don’t worry, Grandpa. It’s just a minor disagreement,” Josie replied, casting her gaze downward.

Henry turned his gaze towards Dexter, his eyes filled with determination. “Tell me! What did

do to upset her? Apologize to Jo right now!”

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“Grandpa…”

“Grandpa, it’s actually my fault.” Josie interjected with a forced smile, maintaining her silence for a while.

Tension enveloped Dexter, rendering him speechless.

Henry refrained from saying anything for the time being while Marilyn reached out and held Josie’s hand.

Noticing a red mark on the back of Josie’s left hand, Marilyn was taken aback, “What happened to your hand?”

Josie snapped out of her thoughts and replied, “…Oh, it’s nothing. I’ve already put some ointment on it.”

Marilyn couldn’t help but feel sorry for her and murmured anxiously, “You’re always so clumsy and careless. How am I going to explain to your parents that you keep getting injured like this?”

Marilyn’s words left Josie with a lump in her throat.

The lasagna was now ready, and darkness had settled outside.

The lights in Mason Garden illuminated the surroundings.

Josie and Marilyn displayed their culinary expertise as they sat around the dining table, relishing the rare sense of togetherness.

Dexter ocasionally served food to Josie, his actions speaking louder than words Meanwhile, Josse feigned compliance, but the had no appetite for the exquisite dishes. The wound on the back of her hand tingled, and with the imposing presence of the man bende her, the refrained from touching it

Noticing their interaction. Henry exchanged a significant glance with Dexter

Dexter understood the unspoken message and ceased his hand from reaching for more food. setting down his chopsticks “Are you feeling unwell?”