Chapter 1220

Josefina burst out laughing. "What if it's a girl?"

Oliver grinned. "Then I'll be the most doting dad ever."

Josefina giggled. "Wow, Oliver. Double standards much?"

He shrugged, all mock-serious. "Boys need a little tough love to grow up strong. But girls? They're already perfect, like precious gems. No polishing needed."

Josefina just stared at him, lost for words. The way he said it almost made sense.

She shook her head, half amused. "Listening to you, I almost feel sorry for our future son."

Oliver pulled her closer. "Why? With a mom like you, he's already won the jackpot."

Blushing, Josefina playfully smacked his chest. "You really know how to say all the right things."

He wrapped an arm around her, leading her back inside. "Let's go home."

She leaned into him, her voice soft. “Okay."

To Oliver, it didn't matter what anyone else thought. This was his wife, and he'd spoil her as much as he wanted.

Meanwhile, Brandon was sitting in his study, an old photo album open on his lap. He gently traced a faded family picture with his finger.

"This was the last photo we took together before Cole ran away," he murmured. "It's been more than ten years. He's changed so much I barely recognize him."

The thought weighed on him, heavy as stone.

Bennett, standing nearby, sighed. "Sir, I never thought Cole would end up so different. And that peanut allergy—he just got better overnight? What if..... what if he's not really our Cole?"

Brandon's hand froze on the photo, his eyes clouded with disbelief and confusion.

"When he came back, I had our old family doctor run another DNA test. Someone I've known for years. There's no mistake," Brandon said firmly.

"Even so, sir, maybe you should ask Ms. Josefina to take a look? She's an amazing doctor. If anyone can figure this out, it's her."

Brandon fell silent, lost in thought. After a long pause, he nodded.

"All right. Tomorrow, I'll talk to Josie myself."

His feelings were a tangled mess. He wanted to believe Cole was his real son, but there was a part of him afraid it was all just a lie—a beautiful dream that could fall apart any second.

Back at home, Oliver and Josefina took their showers and got comfy for the night. Josefina stretched out on the sofa, letting Oliver massage her shoulders.

"I've never heard of an allergy just disappearing like that,” she said, frowning a little.

Oliver nodded. “"Grandpa's suspicious. He's probably going to double-check Cole's identity."

"You think he'll ask me?" Josefina looked surprised.

"He trusts you more than anyone. If he wants a second opinion, you're the obvious choice."

Josefina tilted his chin up, flashing him a

a playful, sultry smile. "

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Their eyes met, the air suddenly charged. Oliver didn't hesitate.

In one smooth motion, he scooped her up, and Josefina's arms looped around his

neck, her gaze melting into his.

A spark flared between them.

“Oliver, aren't we maybe overdoing it lately?" Josefina teased, a little breathless.

He smirked. "Tonight, it's just a snack. No main course."

He leaned in, his lips close. Josefina's hand wandered, giving him a playful tap.

Oliver sucked in a quick breath, his eyes dark with want.

Josefina glanced down, a mischievous grin curling her lips. "Why's it always standing at attention?"