Miss Josefina: Nobody's Princess

Just as Lena arrived outside the living room, she overheard Oliver sitting beside Josefina, engaging in lively conversation with Garrett. Josefina, phone in hand, glanced at a text message that demanded her attention.

Sensing Josefina's intention, Oliver spoke up, "Mr. Garrett, Mrs. Hattie, it's getting late. I should be heading out." sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ FɪndNovᴇl.nᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

He stood up, with Hattie and Garrett rising to see him off as well.

"There's no need for a fuss. I can see myself out. You guys should get some rest," Oliver said with a modest grace.

Josefina waved with a smile, "Bye."

The sight of the darling little girl left Oliver's eyes twinkling with mirth. "Bye-bye." His voice held a fond indulgence as he spoke.

Exiting, Oliver's shadow stretched long under the streetlights. Lena hurried to keep pace, her voice soft but insistent, "Oliver, wait up."

Oliver quickened his steps as if Lena were some natural disaster he was desperate to escape.

Frustrated to her core, Lena summoned all her strength and sprinted ahead, finally blocking his path with eyes brimming with emotion. "Oliver, are you really that averse to talking to me? I haven't done anything wrong. Why won't you even listen to me?"

a safe distance between them,

Lena's anger flared. She was determined to make contact, despite his resistance. Throwing caution to the wind, Lena lunged at him, attempting to tackle Oliver to the ground. However,

sprinter's speed. All Lena

fleeting touch prompted Oliver to strip off the jacket and toss it aside without

happened to pass by, stood frozen at

hundreds of thousands! Was it

he had taken a different route, spared from witnessing the debacle.

who had fallen flat on her face, his eyes radiating dark fury, "If it

ground, her eyes welling with tears, her heart

touched his suit, and for such a trivial contact, Oliver had

felt as if her heart had been broken. She crawled up from the ground, staring pitifully

and we have nothing to discuss. You think you can trick

room where Josefina resided. Hopefully, Josefina couldn't see him either. He let out a shallow sigh of relief, turned, and barked, "Lena, stay out of my

was about to move on, Oliver called out, "Ryan, take this suit and burn it. Toss it in the dumpster. Don't let Lena get her hands on it. It could jeopardize

over, pulling a plastic bag from her pocket and carefully bundling up Oliver's suit. "Mr. Oliver, leave such trifles to me. As Ms. Josefina's personal aide, I'm the best person to handle this. You can count on

suppressed a chuckle. Annika knew