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?"

steps back, putting a safe distance between

the wind, Lena lunged at

All Lena managed to

strip off the jacket and toss it aside without a second

happened to pass by, stood

Was it discarded just like that? What

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

down at Lena, who had fallen flat on her face, his eyes radiating dark fury, "If it weren't for the respect I have for the Harrison family, Lena, you wouldn't be

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

such a trivial contact, Oliver

been broken. She crawled up from the ground, staring pitifully at Oliver. "Oliver,

you, and we have nothing to discuss. You think you can trick me into a

see him either. He let out a shallow sigh of relief, turned, and barked, "Lena,

and burn it. Toss

dashed 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

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