Chapter 784

"The fire's too intense, and I can't seem to put it out," Oliver's voice carried a hint of frustration mixed with a playful undertone.

Josefina smirked, "Oliver, have you gone mad?"

"Josie, it's you who's driving me crazy."

As Oliver leaned in, Josefina took a step back, "Oliver, you really need a shower- you smell like you've run a marathon."

Oliver chuckled and stepped back, "Why don't you grab a bite? I'll freshen up real quick."

Josefina nodded, and they both made their way out.

When Josefina returned to the dining room, she was greeted by a table overflowing with food, like a grand brunch buffet.

"Josie, I asked the chef to whip up some breakfast. He's really pulled out all the stops. You're such a rare guest, he wanted to make sure you left impressed."

Josefina was taken aback.

Seriously? All this effort?

"Why would your chef go to such lengths?"

"He's hoping his cooking will keep you coming back for more."

Josefina was speechless.

Is everyone just itching for Oliver to tie the knot?

Oliver chimed in warmly, "This place could use a woman's touch."

Josefina stayed quiet and dug into her meal.

Having worked up quite an appetite, Oliver ate with gusto.

The chef, thrilled to see clean plates, clapped his hands with joy. "Looks like the dady enjoyed her meal. That makes me so happy! If she's e pleased Mr. Oliver's pleased Im just glad I get to keep cooking here!"

The sous-chef joined in, "Awesome! I get to stay with the Baldwin family too."

The chef, moved, added, "I'll keep learning and bring more dishes to the table. Whatever the lady wants, I'll make sure she gets it."

"Kyle, I'm thrilled for you too," they all chatted about what to prepare for Josefina next time.

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Oliver, holding a bouquet of chrysanthemums, walked with Josefina to the cemetery. Josefina finally understood why Oliver had asked her to wear a black dress.

Oliver, also in a sharp black suit, led Josefina toward his mother's grave.

Before they reached it, Oliver spotted Rowan standing there, spewing venomous words.

As they got closer, Josefina heard him ranting, "Your precious son wants to ship me off overseas He's dreaming And you even dead, you stir up trouble, wrecking my family!"

Oliver stormed forward, landing a punch squarely on Rowan's face. Rowan hit the ground, blood dribbling from his mouth.

"Rowan, you have no right to be here. Get lost!"

Rowan got to his feet, wiping the blood from his mouth, glaring daggers at Oliver, "Oliver, like it or not im your father! You think

sending me away will fix thet

telling you, unless I'm dead, I'm not leaving Westwood."

Oliver, fed up with his arrogance, punched him again.

Rowan's face swelled from the blows, but he remained defiant, "Oliver, I'm your dad.

How dare you hit me!"

Oliver glared back, cool as ice, "And I'll do it again if I have to!"