Chapter 91


    As Oliver''s lips drew ever nearer, Josefina''s hands pressed against his firm chest, thinking to push


    him away when his mouth slid past hers and whispered into her ear. "Josie, thank you."


    A shiver ran through Josefina, an electric current coursing through her body as she stared nkly at


    Oliver.


    His face was inches from hers, his handsome features pleasing to the eye. His eyes, no longer the


    crimson fury from before, held a gentle warmth.


    "Josie, your trust means the world to me," he said with a soft smile, propping himself up on one


    elbow.


    Josefina''s heart melted a little. Oliver had that look of a lost puppy, and his tender gaze was utterly


    captivating.


    "Oliver, please get up now."


    But Oliver continued to hold himself up, his gaze intense upon her. The room was as bright as day,


    allowing Josefina to see every expression on Oliver''s face. Their position was intimate, and


    Josefina, pushing at him, said, "Let''s talk properly. Get up."


    Oliver, still staring at her, broached a new subject. "Do you want to know about my past?"


    Josefina replied firmly, "I don''t need to know. Everyone has a history. We shouldn''t dwell on the past


    but look to the future."


    Oliver grinned and got up, moving to find a pack of cigarettes. He lit one up and smirked with a


    predatory edge, "He has an illegitimate child and now wants me to hand over thepany. But how


    could I possibly give it up? It''s my mother''s legacy, and I must protect it."


    Blowing a smoke ring, heughed mockingly, "My mother died in front of me. I went after him with a


    knife and sent him to the hospital. They all say I''m a lunatic, a madman."


    Turning to Josefina, he smiled gently, "What do you think? Am I crazy?"


    Taken aback, Josefina whispered, "How could you be crazy? You''re not." In her mind, Rowan was


    the real scum. He had cheated and fathered a child outside his marriage, driving Oliver''s mother to


    her death.


    How could Oliver be mad? He was just a man provoked, seeking justice for his mother.


    Oliver''s darkughter filled the room as he crushed the cigarette butt into the ashtray. "Thank you."


    Josefina watched him sit alone in the vast living room, his loneliness palpable, like a child with no


    home. She suddenly felt the urge to reach out and pat his head.


    And so she did. Her soft hand caressed Oliver''s head, leaving him stunned.


    The moment turned awkward as Josefina''s phone rang, giving her the excuse to push him aside. "I


    need to take this call."


    Oliver stood up as Josefina fumbled for her phone and answered the call. Hattie''s concerned voice


    came from the speaker. "Josie, Sweetie, you''re still not back? Work''s been rough, huh? How about


    you just quit and rx?"


    Josefina''s voice was gentle, "Mom, I''ll be home soon."


    "Where are you? I''lle pick you up."


    "No need, I drove here. I''ll be home shortly."


    After a few more words, Hattie hung up.


    Holding her phone, Josefina turned to Oliver. "I should head home now."


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    Frowning, Oliverined, "My wound''s hurting a bit."


    Only then did Josefina remember that she hade to bring Oliver his medication. "Where''s your


    first aid kit? I''ll take a look before I go."


    Oliver stood up. "In my bedroom. You don''t expect me to undress here, do you?"