Chapter 43


    Oliver scooped up Josefina and popped her into his ride, then whisked her back to the Harrison


    family pad. Once they hit the Harrison''s swanky vi, Josefina pushed the car door, ready to bail,


    but Oliver snagged her arm, "You''re hurt, let me carry you inside."


    Josefina was exasperated, "Oliver,e on, I ain''t made of sugar. I won''t melt. My cut''s not that


    bad. I can walk on my own."


    Josefina was feeling all kinds of awkward. She''d never been carried like that before. Every time she


    locked eyes with Oliver''s smoldering gaze, her heart skipped a beat, and a storm of emotions


    whirled inside her.


    Take right now, for instance, Oliver''s scorching look and his lips curved into a wicked smirk, those


    dark eyes dripping with adoration, "Worried people will get the wrong idea about us?"


    Josefina edged closer to the car, gripping the door handle, "There’s nothing between us."


    "So, what''s freaking you out?"


    Josefina spun around, only to find Oliver had closed the gap between them. They were inches


    apart, and Josefina could clearly see his smooth, tanned skin, those long, curlyshes framing his


    twinkling eyes.


    Caught off guard by the close-up, Josefina''s hand slipped on the door handle, and she tumbled out


    uncontrobly. In a sh, Oliver''s one hand wrapped around her shoulder, the other safeguarding


    her slender waist, pulling her into his embrace.


    Lucky for them, the car was roomy enough, and Josefina found herself sprawled across him,


    cocooned in his arms. The crisp scent of the man enveloped her, flooding her senses and sending


    shivers down her spine.


    When Hattie and Garrett hurried over, they caught the sight of Josefina and Oliver locked in an


    embrace. Right behind them, Lena stepped out of the car, a fleeting sh of murder in her eyes.


    What on earth had she just seen?


    Why the heck was Oliver holding Josefina!


    The driver was gobsmacked. Oliver was voluntarily holding a woman? Was he concerned about her


    getting hurt? Was this the same ice-cold CEO they knew?


    The scene was beyond belief. Josefina quickly pushed away from Oliver, instinctively making a


    beeline for the car''s exit.


    Hattie grabbed Josefina''s arm, "Josie, let me help you."


    Josefina was a tad red-faced as she insisted again, "I can walk on my own."


    Garrett chimed in with concern, "Josie, let me help you."


    At that moment, Oliver alighted from the car with his innate air of nobility.


    Josefina exined, "I was in a rush getting out and almost took a spill, but Oliver caught me just in


    time." Thest thing she wanted was anyone getting the wrong idea about her and Oliver.


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    Hattie and Garrett, of course, trusted their precious daughter. Josie was so innocent, her words


    were nothing but the truth.


    Ryan rolled up with a wheelchair, and Josefina awkwardly seated herself. Garrett pushed her, with


    Hattie by her side, guiding Josefina inside.


    Oliver was about to leave, when Lena hurried up, "Oliver!"


    Oliver paused, to Lena''s delight—was he finally willing to chat with her? Beaming, she stepped up,


    looking up at the man exuding luxury.


    Oliver''s expression suddenly changed, a cold, bloodthirsty chill rising in him. "My mother only gave


    birth to me. I don''t have a sister. To avoid unnecessary misunderstandings, don''t address me like


    that."


    With that, Oliver strode off hastily, treating Lena as if she were some kind of disease.