Miss Josefina: Nobody's Princess

Chapter 124

Oliver got into the car, and George, pulling out his phone, asked, “Who are we calling, Mr. Oliver?”

George, too, had a stack of business cards in his hand - contact information for various designers. With just a word from Oliver, he could have any of these designers rush over to Ms. Josefina’s company to follow her lead.

George had only one thought: Oliver was spoiling Ms. Josefina rotten!

He was on the dial screen when he heard Oliver say, “Back to the office.”

George was confused. What was going on?

“Sir, you’re not helping Ms. Josefina anymore?”

“She’s found a solution herself.”

Although he was rejected, Oliver’s face showed no displeasure. Instead, there was a hint of pride.

George was more confused. Was Oliver actually proud that Ms. Josefina could handle things on her own?

Bewildered, George just drove them back to the office. Property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

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Josefina called home to say she had to work late and wouldn’t be back for dinner, insisting that no one should worry about bringing her a meal. She hung up quickly and went back to her designs.

Josefina worked nonstop until six when Oliver arrived at her office with a meal in hand. The office was empty except for Josefina, head down, engrossed in her work.

Oliver knocked on the door, and when Josefina looked up, surprised to see him again, she exclaimed, “What are you doing here?”

Oliver held up a food container and said, “Brought you dinner.”

Before coming, Oliver had messaged Grandpa Robert to let him know he was checking on Josefina, so the Harrison family needn’t worry.

Grandpa Robert was beginning to see Oliver in a new light.

Oliver opened the container to reveal a simple yet appetizing meal of soup and light dishes. “Eat first. You need energy to work.” He set the table and called Josefina over.

Truly hungry, Josefina sat down and began to eat.

Kale, who had brought takeout, quietly left when he saw Josefina and Oliver already eating together.

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After dinner, Josefina told Oliver, “You go ahead back. I’ve still got some things to finish.”

Oliver, clearing away the dishes, said, “I’ll stay with you. I’ve got paperwork too. I’ll be over there, out of your way.”

Knowing Oliver’s manner of speaking and acting left no room for argument, Josefina sat down to continue her work while Oliver tidied up and took a seat far from her.

They worked in silence. Only the sound of Josefina’s pencil scratching on paper and the rustle of Oliver’s documents filled the room.

Josefina finished a drawing and looked up to catch Oliver’s perfect jawline and the aristocratic bridge of his nose. His lashes were long and curled, enviable. Her pen danced across the blank paper, and before she knew it, she had sketched Oliver. The man in the drawing browsed through documents, and his handsome features occasionally furrowed in concentration.

Josefina panicked. Her cheeks flushed.

“Are you drawing me?” Oliver’s voice came from above her, sending her heart racing even more.

“When did you come over?”

“Your occasional glances made it hard for me to focus on my work.” A small smile played on Oliver’s lips. “You don’t have to sneak peeks. I’ll let you look all you want.”

Josefina’s face burned hot, which was a sensation she could feel clearly. Standing up impulsively, she wanted to escape the embarrassment, but something happened unexpectedly.