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

Chapter 813 Overturning Fate 

The night wind was crisp and cold, blowing away the effects of the alcohol and clearing Josie’s mind.

She stood at the entrance of the country club, watching the hustle and bustle of people, remaining still for quite some time.

Morgan simply followed behind her, not uttering a word, his posture as upright as a towering pine tree.

Taking a deep breath, Josie was overwhelmed by the smell of alcohol in the air. Feeling nauseous, she rushed to the side of the trash can and bent over to retch.

She hadn’t eaten much that night, so naturally, there wasn’t much to throw up. She dry heaved for a while when suddenly, a large hand came down, patting her on the back.

Surprised. Josie looked up to see Morgan handing her a bottle of mineral water. “Rinse your mouth.” Published by Nôv'elD/rama.Org.

Her face was pale, devoid of the strength to argue with him any further. She accepted it.

Once she had finished cleaning up, she stumbled her way to the side of the road. Her thin outer garment slid down her shoulders, revealing her beautiful figure underneath. Josie was so drunk that her entire body was limp.

Morgan held her hand, making sure she wouldn’t fall.

Morgan.” Josie crouched down, her voice hoarse and full of resentment. Her spirit still had not returned.

“I’m here. Morgan replied to her with exceptional patience..

“What would you do if one day, you found out something… something that could change your fate?” she asked earnestly while looking up at him.

Her gaze shimmered brightly under the street lights.

Morgan also crouched beside her and replied, “I would see if the situation was to my advantage or disadvantage.”

Typical businessman mentality.

Pros and cons? Josie couldn’t figure it out. All she knew was that this enormous secret was enough to turn the whole Wavery upside down.

“W-What if there are both pros and cons?”

When she asked him questions seriously, it was as if they were back in their university days. She would ask him all sorts of challenging academic questions, and he would always patiently answer them. Morgan found joy in the kind of reliance she had on him.

“Then try your best to eliminate the drawbacks and turn them into something beneficial for yourself.”

Josie pouted in frustration. His suggestion was easier said than done. For Heather to have come this far, who knows how many parties had been lending their support to her. It’s impossible for Josie to turn the tide with her own strength.

More importantly… does Dexter know?

As that thought crossed her mind, Josie’s gaze once again became unfocused. It was at that moment that Eugene and his entourage emerged from the club, with Dexter conspicuously among them. Her gaze froze.

Dexter didn’t seem to notice them. Instead, he raised his hand to fix Heather’s collar and said, “I’ll have Mr. Peeple take you home. Be careful on the way back.”

Heather blushed, clutching the corner of Dexter’s clothes. “Dex… Did I cause you any trouble today?”

Despite the neon lights, Dexter was well hidden in the shadows, his expression inscrutable. “It’s not a bother.”

“So, did you understand what I said to Ms. Warren?”

Heather’s eyes were filled with the anticipation of a young girl experiencing her first love.

Dexter withdrew his hand and grunted in agreement, but his smile didn’t quite reach his eyes. He beckoned Larry over. “Mr. Peeple, please escort Ms. Olsen home.”

Larry understood his intentions and gestured for Heather to follow him. “Ms. Olsen, please.

Heather simply assumed it was a tacit agreement. At the very least, he didn’t refute her words in front of so many people, which could be a sign of him not caring about Josie anymore.

Under Larry’s escort, she got into the car and drove off, passing Josie.

The car window rolled down, and Heather smiled and offered charmingly, “Do you need a ride, Ms. Warren? You’ve had too much to drink.”

Josie thought her face must have looked terrible then. She averted her gaze, and Morgan immediately understood her feelings. He replied in her stead, “She has me.”

As a woman herself, how could Heather not understand the implications of his words? Heather felt a weight lift slightly off her shoulders. It was good that there was someone else; that meant Josie wouldn’t be so fixated on Dexter anymore.