That Day When I Got Married to My Boss at the Blind Date - Season 3 Episode 8

When she subconsciously raised her head again, she was astonished that Arnold hadn’t left. He stood under the streetlight, leaning against it as he lit a cigarette. He looked lonely and miserable as he stood in the snow.

Her blood froze, and she said to Alice softly, “I’m going out for a while. I need to do something.”

She opened the doors of the pasta restaurant, and the coldness overwhelmed her. She made her way to Arnold and only realized that the woman hadn’t left when she approached. She stood nearby, looking weary as she looked at them with a frown.

Josie was in disbelief. “Why are you here?”

Arnold smiled with a cigarette between his lips. “I see that you knew I was waiting for you. You came out so quickly.”

Josie couldn’t take it. She stepped to the side and blocked half his view. “Don’t talk nonsense. What are you doing here?”

She wasn’t so self-obsessed to think that Arnold had followed her here, so her gaze fell on that woman.

Arnold introduced her calmly. “This is my assistant, Lillian Haupert.”

Josie didn’t quite understand. “Your assistant is quite special, Mr. Carter.”

He didn’t get angry. He looked highly relaxed, and the corners of his mouth curved. “Not everyone is as indifferent as Dexter. The office is boring enough. Why would I hire someone equally boring?”

Josie folded her arms. She was slightly cold. “If there’s nothing else you want to say, I’m leaving. I’m having a company gathering.”

“Josic,” Arnold called after her, “let’s walk together.”

shrewd. Josie was surprised. But when she looked at the pasta restaurant, she wasn’t interested in returning. As for the woman who was standing at one side, she had left. The woman was pretty

“… We’ve been walking for twenty minutes.”

It was slippery and hard to walk. The initially short journey took a long time.

Arnold seemed a little tipsy. He started telling Josie about how he had met Lillian.

The first time he had met Lillian was at a bar. The girl had heavy but beautiful makeup and played craps in a booth. If she won, all her expenses would be free. Her voice was as delicate as a nightingale. From the looks of it, she looked like a college student who had yet to graduate. After she won, she shrieked and finished her strong drink quickly without flinching.

Arnold had been at the bar for work that day. He was intrigued by Lillian.

He had many women around him and various tricks up his sleeve. She was like a wild card and seemed to enjoy her youth.

The pretty girl looked up and saw that Arnold was staring at her, so she smiled widely at him. She raised her glass and nodded at him.

The following morning.

Arnold woke up in Lillian’s rented room. The two were fully clothed. He was drunk the previous night, so he stayed in her room for the night. Nothing had happened.

Lillian had almost rolled off the bed while wrapped in her covers. She woke up with no makeup, and she stretched. Her lips were pale, and a freckle was on the tip of her nose. When she saw that the man beside her had yet to come to his senses, she jumped up while grabbing her hair and rushed into the washroom. “Hold on. I’ll take you out to eat once I wash my hair.”

She spoke freely without knowing his identity. It made Arnold feel at ease.

“You stay here?”

“Yes. Look out the window. I go to the college across the road.”

“Oh, a vocational school?”

“Are you looking down on vocational schools?”

“No.”

Ultimately, Lillian led him down the stairs in sandals with soaking wet hair. She had a coffee in one hand and a bagel in the other. Under the lamppost, she turned around, looking indifferent yet energetic.