Miss Josefina: Nobody's Princess

Chapter 92

Heading to his bedroom seemed a tad too intimate, didn't it?

Oliver made a move to leave, but Josefina grasped his arm. "The staff's off duty. It's no big deal if you change clothes here."

Without Oliver's say-so, who would dare to intrude?

Josefina's face was a picture of vigilance, which made Oliver chuckle. "Afraid I'll try something unseemly?"

In the midst of Josefina's flustered gaze, Oliver had already risen to fetch the first-aid kit. Her eyes trailed from his immaculate leather shoes to his long, retreating legs.

Soon after, Oliver returned with the kit in hand. Shrugging out of his blazer and undoing the buttons of his crisp white shirt, he revealed his lean frame. There was not an ounce of excess fat, and his biceps hinted at his strength. He lay down on the couch, his broad shoulders tapering to a narrow waist – the epitome of masculine form.

Josefina gaped in awe – the guy was seriously ripped! A blush crept onto her cheeks, unbidden.

Twisting his head, Oliver caught her shy look and teased in a low voice, "Seen enough?"

Josefina felt quite embarrassed. Scrambling, she grabbed a cotton swab and inspected Oliver's back, only to find the wound showed no signs of healing.

"Oliver, do you even care about your body?" she chided, doctor instincts kicking in. It genuinely irked her when patients neglected their health.

Her huffiness was rather charming, and Oliver couldn’t help but keep his eyes on her. "Don't be mad."

Ignoring him, she ordered, "Stay put."

Obediently, Oliver lay still, letting Josefina tend to his wound with care. She applied medicine and then wrapped it up neatly. Once done, Josefina stowed away the first-aid kit. "Oliver, I'm heading home."

Oliver sat up. "Have dinner before you go. I'll drive you."

"No need. I've got my car."

Oliver stood bare-chested, watching her. "Are you in such a rush to leave?" NôvelDrama.Org copyrighted © content.

"My family called. They'll worry if I don't get back."

Knowing the Harrisons held Josefina in high regard, Oliver reluctantly put his shirt back on. "Let me take you. I won't rest easy otherwise."

His stance was firm on this matter, leaving no room for debate, and Josefina could only agree to let him give her a ride.

When she reached the front door, Josefina noticed the bodyguard. "Oliver, could he drive my car back home?" she suggested.

The bodyguard glanced at Oliver's expression and panicked. "Mrs. Baldwin, I apologize, but I can't drive!"

Josefina was flabbergasted. Wait, what?

But Oliver's rare smile seemed to reassure the bodyguard that his job was secure.

Josefina turned to another guard. "What about you?"

"Mrs. Baldwin, I've had a drink. Can't risk drunk driving."

"Mrs. Baldwin, I've got a stomachache. Driving would distract me; accidents happen."

"Mrs. Baldwin, I... my foot's sore. Can't drive."

"Mrs. Baldwin, I... I'm missing my wife. Got lovesickness, can't drive."

"Mrs. Baldwin, I..."

Josefina was at a loss. Did they all get their stories straight beforehand?

Left with no choice, Josefina resigned herself to Oliver's chauffeuring. As they drove, her phone rang – it was Hattie.

"Josie, are you back yet? Your brother Calix is here, waiting at home. He even brought a present, wanting to welcome you back."

Josefina furrowed her brow. Calix was back? But how come she couldn't remember Calix being so welcoming?

How awkward would their meeting be?