Chapter 702
Josefina chuckled and asked, "Why are you still here?"
"I was waiting to walk you home. The butler told me the special ingredients we ordered have arrived. Thought we could have dinner together."
Josefina noticed a woman still eyeing them and whispered, "Let's get out of here."
Oliver nodded, taking Josefina's hand as they left together.
The woman looked on, surprised to see such a handsome man with a girlfriend.
...
Josefina buckled up in Oliver's car.
"Oliver, that woman asked you for your number," she mentioned.
"I turned her down." Oliver glanced at Josefina, earnestly saying, "Josie, you're the only one in my heart."
Josefina was speechless.
"Oliver, it seems like you always find a way to sweet-talk me."
"Josie, give me a chance, and I'd share my feelings with you every day."
Again, Josefina had no words.
"Just drive, Oliver," she urged, hiding a smile.
Oliver smiled back and drove on.
...
When they arrived at Oliver's place, the butler greeted them with utmost respect. The entryway was extravagantly laid with a red carpet, and the staff lined up to welcome them.
"Madam, welcome home."
The servants on both sides of the carpet echoed in unison, "Madam, welcome home."
Josefina was puzzled.
What was the butler thinking?
She glanced awkwardly at Oliver, who just smiled.
Before she could correct the butler's mistake, he quickly said, "Oh, my apologies,
Ms. Josefina. Please, don't be upset."
Could she even say she was upset?
Facing the elderly butler, Josefina awkwardly smiled and shook her head.
The butler continued, "Ms. Josefina, welcome to what will be your future home."
Josefina was speechless.
"Did you get that wrong, grandpa butler?"
The butler chuckled, "Ms. Josefina, you'll marry Mr. Oliver one day, and this will be your home."
Josefina gave Oliver a stern look and whispered, "Is this your doing?"
Oliver just shrugged, offering no response.
He took Josefina's hand, "Let's go inside."
Walking on the red carpet, Josefina felt nothing but embarrassment.
"Oliver, let's skip these formalities next time, it's really embarrassing."
"Alright, no more of this next time," he agreed, already planning a different kind of celebration in his mind.
Inside, Oliver's pre-ordered flowers had arrived, a huge bouquet visible from the entrance.
"Josie, let's have dinner." Oliver led
her to the dining room, where a Western meal awaited,
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"Oliver, are you trying to ask me for a favor?" Josefina eyed the setup suspiciously.
Oliver was silent.
"You can just tell me, Oliver. You
don't need to go through all this trouble. I'd help you regardless of this dinner don't worry."
Again, Oliver didn't respond.
"Josie, don't you think this adds a nice touch of ceremony?" Oliver had researched
that even dining should feel special.
That's why he had a chef prepare dinner at home today.
It was just the two of them, no need to dine out, making their time together even
more special.
Josefina couldn't help but laugh,
"Oliver, you didn't have to go to all this trouble. Whether it's ceremonial or not, we would still enjoy the meat. You don't need to spend so much just for me."
Just as Oliver was about to reply, a servant came in and whispered something in his
ear.