Miss Josefina: Nobody's Princess

She had mustered up the courage to approach Oliver and strike up a conversation, for heaven's sake! After her making such a bold move, why on earth was Oliver so heartless? Ruby refused to believe it. As she watched the assistant about to leave, she called out, "Has Oliver found someone he likes? Is that why he's rejected me?"

The assistant paused mid-stride, his mind flashing to Josefina. Those two were a match made in heaven. With an icy tone, the assistant spat out, "None of your business." Defeated, Ruby slumped onto the couch, still unable to soothe her agitated nerves.

Just then, the receptionist came over with a chilly voice, "Miss, you need to leave, pronto. You faked your identity, and thanks to you, I got an earful from the boss. How could you do that!"

Ruby wanted to argue, but then it hit her-this was Oliver's turf, and she had no right to speak up. She could only skulk away, tail between her legs.

After Ruby left, she sat fuming in her car, her gaze malicious, her anger boiling over. "Humph! I don't believe for a second that Oliver wouldn't like me once he sees me. Aren't all men the same?"

She whipped out her smartphone as a message from a high school friend popped up. [Hey Ruby, heard you found your birth parents, and they're loaded? With that kind of money, don't forget about your old pals, okay?]

with a smiley face emoji, followed by a comforting text, [Don't worry, I'd never

already cooked up a plan to

noon when her phone buzzed with a call from Oliver. "You've been discharged? Oliver, how could you leave the hospital? Don't

concern, Oliver's voice was cheerful: "I'm downstairs at your office. I brought you lunch. If you're worried, come down and

lean waist, the well-defined abs, the muscles on his arms, and

at her own indecent thoughts. "Oliver, I'm not hungry. You should

health. My wounds are a bit sore. Could you come down and take a look, please?" His voice was coaxing, almost like a wounded puppy, full of pitiful hope. Josefina found it impossible to reconcile this vulnerable Oliver with his usual

the conspicuous black sedan parked nearby. As the car window slid down, Josefina caught sight of the handsome man inside. His dark, captivating eyes shone with a mischievous glint as

one around, Josefina quickly slipped into the car. The door was held open for

knowing better, went off to grab some

the top button of his crisp white shirt, his nimble fingers undoing the first