Chapter 815

Josefina woke up, slightly disoriented, in the passenger seat of a car. Oliver was at the wheel, and the streetlights outside drifted by like gentle whispers in the night. From her vantage point, she observed Oliver's neatly cropped hair and those ears that seemed to promise good fortune. His broad shoulders gave off a comforting vibe.

"Why am I in your car?" Josefina asked, rubbing her eyes.

"Josie, you were out cold, snoozing on your desk," Oliver replied with a chuckle.

She sat up, adjusting her seatbelt as Oliver pulled over and stopped the car. He turned to look at her, his eyes softening as he took in her sleepy face. She looked like a lazy kitten, both adorable and serene.

"Josie, how about I carry you to your room so you can get some proper sleep?" Oliver suggested.

Josefina glanced out the window. "Wait a minute, this is your place. Why did you bring me here?"

"You looked so worn out, I figured your family would worry if they saw you like this. Josie, you're overworking yourself. You need to let others handle some of the load. You can't do everything alone; it's too draining."

Stretching with a yawn, Josefina replied, "I used to manage just fine, but now that I've had a taste of the easy life, I guess I've gotten soft."

Switching from luxury back to simplicity is tough; the other way is a breeze.

"Josie, ease up on yourself. There's always more money to be made, you know?" Josefina stepped out of the car, inhaling the fresh air, and felt a renewed energy. "Oliver, you're one to talk. You're always swamped with work."

Oliver chuckled, taking her hand as they walked inside, tossing his car keys to the security guard. "I'm hustling for a future—our home, our family."

Josefina couldn't help but smile at his gentle, teasing tone. She stopped, meeting Oliver's deep-set eyes.

"Oliver, I never agreed to kids just yet."

In one swift move, Oliver scooped her up, making her yelp in surprise. “Oliver, have you gone mad?"

"Josie, maybe I have. I want to start a life with you, have a child together."

He carried her inside and didn't set her down until they reached the bathroom. Josefina panicked a little, pushing against him. "What are you up to? We're not taking a bath together, are we?"

Oliver stood in the doorway, his presence commanding as he approached her, his lips curling into

a playful grin.gelina caught off**

guard, felt the strong energy radiating from him. '

She backed up, nearly losing her balance, but Oliver caught her, holding her close

with no escape. She held her breath, her eyes wide like saucers.

His gaze lingered on her flushed lips, and he leaned in for a kiss—intense, consuming, leaving Josefina feeling warm and dizzy.

Pulling back, Oliver smiled at her rosy cheeks. "I'll give you some space; go ahead and shower. Your pajamas are here."

After he left, closing the door behind him, Josefina sat down, covering her face with her hands, reflecting on what just happened.

Later, after they both showered, Oliver returned, his hair still damp,

wearing a robe that casualty

revealed his collarbones. He tooked fresh and undeniably attractive.

“Why are you back after your shower?” Josefina asked, standing her ground.

Oliver approached her with a slight smile. “I'm here to keep you company, just in case you're feeling lonely."

Josefina paused. "You think I'd be scared?"

"Josie, I just want to make sure you're alright. It's late; let's get some rest."

Without waiting for her protest, Oliver gently took Josefina's hand, guiding her to sit on the bed beside him.