Miss Josefina: Nobody's Princess

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," she complained, 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, accommodating Josefina's attempt to wrap her arm around his neck more comfortably.

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.

Her laughter 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 that later, 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 succumbed to sleep, her head resting heavily against him.

Oliver glanced 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 place or the Harrison family's?"

Oliver's lips quirked up as he glanced down at the girl in his lap. "To my place," 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 villa, the engine humming to a stop as the driver parked with precision.

Oliver cradled Josefina out of the car, wondering if the position was comfortable 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 place off-limits to the household staff as soon as dusk fell. In the sprawling villa, they were utterly alone.

Josefina lay on the bed, her expression twisted in discomfort. Bending down, Oliver gently unfurled the elastic 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?" Original from NôvelDrama.Org.

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.