The Epic Blind Date with My Boss

Chapter 855 Unforgiving Of Abandonment 

Josie chuckled lightly. “It’s not a waste. Knowing he’s fine puts my mind at ease.”

The dinner had ended, and the leaders were seen off one after another. It was a smashing success that day.

As night fell, Josie stood by the roadside and watched as the cars drove away, her face stiff from smiling. Angel cautiously asked, “Shall we leave as well, Ms. Jo?

Josie put her smile away. “You go first.”

Angel hesitated for a moment. At that precise moment, a cold male voice came from behind her. “Drive her home, Ryan.”

The young man named Ryan Garcia had been following around Morgan all day. They had also seen him. before in Rivodia. As such, he must be the man’s secretary.

Ryan nodded. “Contact me when you’re leaving. I’ll come and pick you up!

After he had said that, he walked over to Angel and gestured for her to go before him. Angel was somewhat worried about Josic, constantly looking back with every step. But in the end, she still got into the car.

When everyone had left. Josie turned around and stalked over to Morgan. She slammed the bag she was holding at him. “What on earth are you doing here in Wavery?”

She was truly angry, holding her temper back all night before finally exploding.

They were at a roadside bustling with traffic, Lost in the crowd, they appeared just like an ordinary couple.

Morgan grasped her hand. “I studied in Wavery for four years. So, it’s somewhat of a hometown to me. Is there a problem with me contributing to its development?”

“Is your contribution needed?”

“The higher-ups have just agreed to it earlier.

Left with no retort, Josie broke free from his grasp. “Why is it four years? Wasn’t it three?”

She remembered that Morgan completed his university courses in just two years.

“I spent two years as a graduate student in Wavery.” A half-smile bloomed on Morgan’s face. “And it was in the same year that I met you.”

When he said that, Josie subconsciously recalled the scenery that year at Willowbrook Valley when peach. blossoms were in full bloom.

She took a deep breath. “Only those who are not doing well would miss the past.” Ccontent © exclusive by Nô/vel(D)ra/ma.Org.

After saying that, she expected Morgan to riposte her. But unexpectedly, he suddenly reached out and used the chain of her bag to draw her closer to him before hugging her tightly. “I’m not doing well.”

Stiffening entirely, she quickly began to struggle frantically. “Morgan!”

“Thus, I miss you. I can’t do without you.”

“But I don’t miss you!” Josie yelled, pushing him away. “As I’ve said, our past is a disgrace to me!”

s eyes gilslened with unshed tears. Standing across from her, he looked at her almost pleadingly. guilt radiating off him.

“In my life, countless people abandoned me. I thought you wouldn’t, but you did.”

“I was young then! And what about Dexter? He abandoned you just the same. Will you not forgive him either?” Morgan blurted.

At the mention of Dexter, Josie’s heart skipped a beat. But still, she remained steadfast and shook her head.

“No.”

Morgan’s lips parted a fraction.

“I wouldn’t go back even to a man I was married to, let alone you.”

Josie averted her gaze before adding, “Spare me, please.”

After she had finished speaking, she left immediately without a backward glance.

It felt as though something was pressing down on her, making it hard to breathe.

Ever since she discovered the secret of her background, her fear of abandonment and loneliness only intensified. She had repeated nightmares, fearful that the Olsen family would not accept her when they learned of her true identity one day.

Under the mounting pressure, she increasingly felt that Morgan’s abandonment back then was an unforgivable sin.

Morgan stood rooted to the spot for a long time. Even after Josie had disappeared from sight, he remained. still like a statue.

The only difference was that the vulnerability in his eyes gradually turned into determination.

As he watched Josie, someone else likewise had her eyes fixed on him.

In a car across the street, its window was half down. The woman’s eyes held a similar mix of love and despair.