Miss Josefina: Nobody's Princess

Chapter 80

Sitting beside him, Josefina couldn't help but admire his lean, muscular back, free of any excess fat. Broad shoulders tapered to a narrow waist, his skin the color of sun-toasted wheat. His trim waist hinted at a strength that was unmistakable...

A blush crept up Josefina's cheeks, spreading to her ears like the ripening of a tomato, so tempting one could almost imagine taking a bite to savor the juicy fruit. NôvelDrama.Org holds text © rights.

"Ouch..."

Oliver turned to look at her, and she gently pressed against his head. "Stay put for me." She couldn't bear to meet Oliver's eyes, afraid she might get lost in them.

Oliver lay on the bed, a warm breath spreading across his back. Josefina did blow on the wound, and it really seemed to help.

After a while, she took out a salve she had made and began to apply it to his cuts. "Stay still. I'm going to change your dressing," she instructed.

Oliver obediently lay still, true to her request.

Peeling back the gauze, she spread the ointment, its cool touch bringing him relief. "Get some rest now. I'll keep watch," she said softly.

Oliver teased her, "Grab some snacks, and have a sip of your milkshake while it’s still cold. You've been taking care of me without a break. I'll have no choice but to offer myself to you to show my thanks."

"Who wants you to offer yourself..." Josefina murmured, lowering her head to take a sip of her milkshake.

Deciding to sit out of his line of sight, she nibbled on snacks and sipped her drink.

Josefina's family and colleagues were unaware of her predicament. Oliver had deliberately kept the incident under wraps, hoping for more time with Josefina.

She sent a message to Luke on her phone, learning that Oliver had indeed taken care of the two assailants. She was surprised. Oliver was a man of action. She knew she shouldn't have doubted him. The feeling of being protected was something she had only felt with him.

Watching Oliver asleep on the bed, Josefina felt a softness in her heart. She dealt with some work on her phone and messaged Hattie, saying she would return home late after dinner with a friend.

As the sun set outside the window, Josefina's eyelids were heavy, and she dozed off against the back of her chair. When Oliver turned to look at Josefina, the dying light of the sunset enveloped her slender figure.

Josefina looked ethereal in the glow, tightening Oliver's throat with emotion. He rose, shirtless, and approached Josefina, bending down to her lips.

Their bodies merged in the amber light of the setting sun. Oliver gently lifted Josefina and placed her on the bed, curling beside her and drawing her into his embrace.

And so they slept.

When they awoke, it was six in the morning. Josefina stirred from Oliver's embrace. The warmth was strangely comforting, yet she shivered in shock.

How had she ended up sleeping beside Oliver? What was going on?

She gently pushed away Oliver's arm and began to back away. Half-asleep, Oliver thought she might fall and instinctively pulled her back into a tight embrace.

Taking a deep breath, Josefina pushed against him with all her might and finally freed herself from the bed. Just as Josefina was about to leave, Oliver's voice stopped her, "Where are you going?"

She turned reflexively, facing his imposing figure, and stumbled backward in alarm. Oliver caught her by the waist, pulling her into his arms once more. The disparity in their strength once again brought Josefina close to him.

At that moment, the door to the room swung open, revealing Garrett, Hattie, and Lena standing there in disbelief.

"What on earth are you two doing?!" they exclaimed.