Chapter 136
Josefina erupted with a tipsy giggle, her realization dawning like the first rays of sun after a long
night. "Wow, you''re like, ridiculously smart," she slurred in admiration, a cheeky grin illuminating her
face.
Stretching out an arm, she looped it around Oliver''s neck, her movements clumsy with the weight of
inebriation. "Bend down a little, would ya? You''re like a freakin'' skyscraper," sheined, her
voice drenched with the dulcet tones of too much beer.
Like a willow bending to the breeze, the usually stoic Oliver dipped his head, amodating
Josefina''s attempt to wrap her arm around his neck morefortably.
Up close, the sight of Oliver made Josefina''s smile dopey and lovestruck. "Hey, handsome," she
drawled, "you''re kinda easy on the eyes, you know?"
"So, do you like it?" he asked, his tone serious amidst the frivolity.
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Herughter was like bells in the night. "Like it? Who wouldn''t adore a hot puppy like you?"
In the spontaneity of the moment, Josefina pressed her lips to his, her kisses trailing from his mouth
down the line of his jaw to his cheek, each one light as a feather. Her kiss left his cheek damp. His
frosty eyes began to thaw into pools of warmth. Turning his head, he caught Josefina''s gaze—her
eyes hazy with drink, cheeks flushed a rosy hue, utterly adorable in her disheveled state.
Leaning in close, she whispered, "I''ve got a secret for you."
His curiosity piqued, Oliver murmured, "Yeah?"
"Actually, I’m Anya."
He nodded, a knowing look in his eyes. "I know."
Josefina had once tried to hide a sketch from him, a design thatter, when revealed, had people
whispering that it bore the signature style of Anya. From that day, Oliver had pieced together that
Josefina and Anya were the same person.
But now, as the beer''s influence creased her brow, she confided, "But I bet you didn''t know I have
another name."
"And what''s that?" he inquired, intrigued.
With a mischievous smile, she began to say, "It''s—"
But the words never came. Josefina had sumbed to sleep, her head resting heavily against him.
Oliver nced at the discarded beer can by his feet and signaled the driver to take care of it.
Slipping off his jacket, he draped it over Josefina and lifted her into his arms to take her to his car.
The driver, having disposed of the can, asked from the driver''s seat, "Mr. Oliver, should we head to
your ce or the Harrison family''s?"
Oliver''s lips quirked up as he nced down at the girl in hisp. "To my ce," he decided.
He was sure Josefina wouldn''t want to face the Harrisons in her current state.
...
The car pulled into the driveway of Oliver''s secluded vi, the engine humming to a stop as the
driver parked with precision.
Oliver cradled Josefina out of the car, wondering if the position wasfortable for her. She felt
featherlight in his arms—too delicate, too thin.
The passing servants couldn''t help but stare in shock as Oliver walked past them with a woman in
his arms. It was as if they had just spotted a UFO. Oliver, the confirmed bachelor, with a woman?
He carried her all the way to his room, a ce off-limits to the household staff as soon as dusk fell.
In the sprawling vi, they were utterly alone.
Josefinay on the bed, her expression twisted in difort. Bending down, Oliver gently unfurled
the stic from her hair.
Her hand reached up, hooking around his neck and pulling him close. Their proximity was intimate,
and Oliver had to muster all his restraint not to lean in and kiss those tempting lips.
His voice raspy, he unwound her hand. "Josie, do you even realize you''re seducing me?"
But Josefina, lost in her drunkenness, mistook his caution for a challenge. With a furrowed brow
and a sudden burst of defiance, she grabbed Oliver''s hand and in a swift move, she flipped their
positions, pinning him beneath her.