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?"

took several steps back, putting a safe distance between them,

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 managed to grasp was the hem

the

to pass by, stood frozen at the

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moment, Ryan wished he had taken a different route, spared from

her face, his eyes radiating dark fury, "If it weren't for the

head from the ground, her eyes welling with tears, her heart a tumult of

and for such a trivial contact, Oliver had

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

frosty, "I barely know you, and we have nothing to discuss. You think you can

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

called out, "Ryan, take this suit and burn it. Toss it in the dumpster. Don't let Lena get her hands on it. It

Oliver, leave such trifles to me. As Ms. Josefina's personal aide, I'm

chuckle. Annika