Chapter 85
Josefina felt her lips press against something protruding, and as she came to her senses, realizing
what she had inadvertently kissed, she panicked, scrambling backward to keep her distance from
Oliver.
Shirtless, Oliver watched Josefina''s frantic retreat, his body leaning in to close the gap between
them.
"Don''te any closer!" Josefina blurted out, on edge.
Oliver''s voice was a low murmur, "What are you afraid of? That I''ll gobble you up?"
Josefina''s cheeks burned hot as she sat pressed against the car door, her piercing eyes brimming
with turmoil. Just as she was about to yank open the door and make a run for it, Oliver turned
around. "Help me with the ointment, will you?"
At his request, Josefina''s heart stopped racing. "Lie down, would you? If you sit up like that, you''ll
spill the powder."
Josefina''s melodious voice floated to Oliver''s ears, and he did as he was told. Hey across the car
seat while Josefina knelt beside him, tending to his wound.
With Oliver prone, a turn of his head allowed him to see the cascade of her hair, her exposed
earlobe pale and endearing.
After she finished with the wound, Oliver sat up and, with one swift motion, drew Josefina into his
embrace. Trapped in his strong arms, Josefina furrowed her brow. Was Oliver''s firm hold an
indication that he knew of herbat skills? Oliver had her encircled, his grip strategically ced
where she might try to break free.
Josefina found herself seated on Oliver''sp, her back to him. His breath tickled her ear. Her
clothing was pressed against Oliver''s feverish chest, spreading warmth throughout her body. Their
posture was undeniably intimate.
"What are you afraid of?" he whispered.
Josefina squirmed, trying to escape his hold. Oliver tightened his grip. "Calm down. I''m taking you
out to eat."
With every movement she made, he was tempted to make one too.
Josefina felt something growing beneath her, and with a flushed face, she pushed away from Oliver.
She reached for the door, intending to leave, but Oliver''s voice halted her from behind, "Shall I bring
lunch to your office instead?"
Left with little choice, Josefina stayed, apanying Oliver to a nearby bistro.
Poking at her food, she red at Oliver. "What''s your angle?"
Oliverdled soup into a bowl for her. "Try this. Our housekeeper simmered it for three hours."
The housekeeper had made this soup specifically for Josefina, a culinary strategy to aid Oliver in
his courtship.
Josefina was hungry. She ignored Oliver and devoured two servings of rice and two bowls of soup,
her appetite robust, prompting Oliver to match her te for te.
Josefina was his perfect "appetizer."
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"I''ve got stuff to do this afternoon. I''m heading out."
Oliver didn''t stop her. Instead, he passed her a box of neatly sliced fruit. "Have some more fruit."
Josefina paused, surprised that Oliver even knew her fruit preferences. "Thanks," she muttered,
epting the fruit.
After Josefina left, Oliver also departed the bistro.
George stood by the car door, munching on a sandwich, his look a bit pitiful. He greeted her
respectfully, "Good afternoon, Ms. Josefina." With a sandwich in one hand and coffee in the other,
he appeared somewhat forlorn.
"Why didn''t you grab a bite to eat?"
Embarrassed, George exined, "Mr. Oliver came to have lunch with you, so the office work fell on
me. There was an urgent document that needed his review, so I came to find him."
"And you didn''t go in?"
"You were dining with Mr. Oliver. I sure didn''t want to be a third wheel, so I stayed out here."
Josefina knew the CEO''s schedule was hectic. Oliver making time for lunch with her probably
meant he squeezed those two hours out of his busy day. "I''ll tell Oliver not to bother joining me for
lunch anymore."
George nearly dropped his sandwich in shock. "Ms. Josefina, please don''t say that! He finally has
moments of joy; let''s not take that away from him."