That Day When I Got Married to My Boss at the Blind Date - Season 3 Episode 69

“Matt, my father’s condition has been gradually improving. I don’t think I’ll be sending him to the hospital. Thank you for looking out for us.”

Her tone was polite but distant. Matthew could sense that she was pulling away from him.

“Alright. Are you facing any problems with him?”

The “him” he referred to was obvious. He was asking about the man standing next to her, the man who had been staring at her with undisguised suspicion.

“No, Matt. It’s my own decision.”

Matthew didn’t press the issue. He could tell that she didn’t want to talk about it. Soon after, he replied, “Be safe and take care of yourself. Good night.”

He spoke warmly to her.

“Good night.”

Josie hung up the phone and met Dexter’s suspicious stare. It was a simple conversation with her friend, but she felt guilty nonetheless.

“Are you always this sweet with your friends?” he asked, his voice laced with jealousy.

Josie wanted to run away. “It only shows how good I am at socializing.” she said, trying to sound. nonchalant.

She took two steps away from him, but he grabbed her arm and pulled her back into his embrace.

Josie tried to free herself, but he was too strong. “There are people around,” she whispered, her cheeks burning with embarrassment.

The girl who stood beside the road quickly covered her face and frantically commented, “I didn’t see anything. You guys can continue.”

She wanted to disappear into the ground…

Josie pushed him away with all her might and quickly scampered away.

“What are you doing standing there?” The girl who witnessed what happened removed her hands from her face and blurted. “Run after her, McDreamy!”

The night breeze rustled through the trees while the skies rumbled with the sound of airplanes overhead. Her eyes sparkled under the streetlights as she ran like a teenager, her face still flushed with annoyance at his unexpected behavior. It felt like a scene from a movie.

He chased her down the street while his breath quickened. He caught up to her, gripped her wrist, and slowly slid his hands down to clasp hers.

Josie was already twenty-two years old. She had been through a lot in her life and matured a lot as a result. But the scene unfolding before her eyes was something out of a teenage movie. She felt like an outsider,

watching two people play out a love story she could no longer relate to.

She slowly turned around, and her eyes met his. She felt a jolt of electricity run through her body as she gazed into his gleaming eyes.

As Arnold was leaving the event hall, his assistant hurried after him. “Mr. Carter, there are still several partners you haven’t had a chance to toast with,” she said.

He glanced at his watch. It was getting late.

Arnold waved his hands dismissively and staggered over to his ride.

The driver wasn’t sure where he wanted to go. “Do you want to go to the Carter Mansion or…”

Arnold shut his eyes, feeling frustrated. “The apartment!” he groaned.

The driver kept his eyes on the road, his face expressionless.

Lillian was staying at the apartment. She was the only person who could keep Arnold entertained for over a month, but that was it.

She sprained her foot the other day, and he couldn’t force her to leave.

Arnold casually looked at the convenience store near his apartment when an idea suddenly struck him.

“Stop the car,” he demanded out of the blue.

When Arnold returned to the car, the driver was startled to see him carrying a brightly colored bag of candy and snacks. These particular brands of candies and snacks were popular with kids.

The apartment was dark and silent. He flicked on the light, and his eyes widened in shock. The dining table was a mess; the disastrous scene before him sobered him up immediately.

When he entered the bedroom, he saw Lillian sleeping soundly. She was mumbling in her sleep, tossing and turning, almost falling off the bed.

Arnold’s heart swelled when he noticed how close she was to the edge of the bed. Thank goodness she didn’t fall off the bed.

After confirming that she was still asleep, he gently picked her up and carried her to the middle of the bed. He carefully tucked the blanket around her, careful not to wake her.

She felt so small and fragile, yet her warmth and softness enveloped him when he held her in his arms.

Arnold sighed as he patiently cleaned up the mess outside. He couldn’t help but look away from the mess, disgusted by the sight of it. What have I done to deserve this?