Miss Josefina: Nobody's Princess

Chapter 84

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?" This material belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

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?]

Ruby replied with a smiley face emoji, followed by a comforting text, [Don't worry, I'd never forget you guys.]

With a sinister chuckle, Ruby had already cooked up a plan to 'repay' these so-called 'good friends.'

...

Josefina was swamped until noon when her phone buzzed with a call from Oliver. "You've been discharged? Oliver, how could you leave the hospital? Don't you realize how serious your injuries are?"

Despite her concern, Oliver's voice was cheerful: "I'm downstairs at your office. I brought you lunch. If you're worried, come down and check on my wounds yourself."

The image of Oliver, shirtless, standing before her flashed through Josefina's mind. His lean waist, the well-defined abs, the muscles on his arms, and his sturdy biceps...

Josefina's cheeks flushed crimson, baffled at her own indecent thoughts. "Oliver, I'm not hungry. You should eat."

"Skipping meals is bad for your 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 stern image. He seemed so different now.

Remembering he had been injured while saving her, Josefina reluctantly agreed to go down and take a look. She stepped out of the office and approached 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 he stared at her, flashing a devilish smile.

Seeing no one around, Josefina quickly slipped into the car. The door was held open for her.

The driver, knowing better, went off to grab some food, leaving just the two of them inside.

Oliver's hand reached for the top button of his crisp white shirt, his nimble fingers undoing the first one, then the second...

"What are you doing!" Josefina was both flustered and embarrassed as if Oliver was about to strip himself bare.

"How else can you check my wound if I don't take off my clothes?"

Josefina awkwardly nodded, and Oliver could felt the unease and shyness in her.

His shirt was quickly discarded and tossed carelessly onto the seat. Josefina, looking over, was not amused. "Oliver, is this how you take care of yourself?"

The wound was clearly festering, a ghastly sight, and Josefina felt her heart sink. She moved forward to inspect Oliver's injury more closely when he turned to comfort her.

In his pivot, Josefina lost her balance with his abrupt movement and crashed into him, her face planting squarely against his chest...