Miss Josefina: Nobody's Princess

Chapter 73

Josefina's hand lingered on Oliver's groin, creating an awkward tableau. With a gentle but firm grip, Oliver enveloped Josefina’s petite hand within his own and didn't let go.

Brandon, sitting next to Oliver, caught the unexpected hand-holding.

Boy, was he thrilled!

Lifting his glass, he toasted, "To Garrett and Hattie, cheers to you both!"

Garrett and Hattie were caught off guard, promptly standing and raising their glasses in response. Garrett chimed in, "Mr. Brandon, allow Josie and me to return the honor."

Hattie added, "Mr. Brandon, a toast to you."

Josefina tried to pull free from Oliver's grasp to stand and join the toast, "Brandon, I raise my glass to you as well."

The patriarch chuckled, "No need, Josie. Ladies shouldn’t be drinking. Just sit back down. I simply wanted to share a drink with your folks."

While the elders sipped their drinks, Josefina glared at Oliver and whispered, "Let go."

Oliver leaned in, his voice a low murmur by her ear, "You started this fire. What do you suggest we do?"

From seemingly nowhere, Josefina produced a silver needle, her eyes twinkling mischievously, "How about I extinguish that fire for good?"

Oh, Oliver was taken aback. You don't mess with a doctor.

Josefina, the fiery little chili, was exactly the kind of spice Oliver couldn't resist. Holding her hand, he murmured, "I trust you."

If he trusted her, why wouldn't he release her hand? As Josefina's needle inched closer, Oliver finally let go.

Her cheeks were still a blazing red when she stood and excused herself, "I need to take a call outside." She needed a breath of fresh air to cool down the heat of the moment.

Josefina stepped out onto the rooftop terrace, the night breeze soothing and scattering her agitated thoughts. As she turned to leave, passing by a private room, a heated argument spilled out.

"Let go of me! Keep this up, and I'll call the cops!"

"Go ahead, yell all you want. No one's gonna save you."

"Sylvie, you should consider yourself lucky that I’m even interested. Don’t be so ungrateful."

"Lucky? Being your target is a curse! Keep your 'luck' to yourself!"

Sylvie tried to escape, but the man grabbed her wrist and closed in. Frowning, Josefina kicked the door wide open, yanked the man off Sylvie, and flung him to the floor with ease as if he weighed nothing at all.

Sylvie's tears were brimming. She saw a graceful silhouette through her blurred vision as she wiped away her tears.

The man on the floor attempted to rise, but Josefina delivered another kick. "Picking on women? That's not very manly. If you don't want to be a man, I won't hesitate to turn you into something else, painlessly."

Terrified, the man clutched his vulnerable parts. The woman before him was frightening! She’s beautiful but fierce, especially with the glinting blade in her hand.

Sylvie, wiping away her tears, landed a kick on the man. Turning to Josefina, she expressed her endless gratitude, "My heroine, thank you for saving me."

"It's nothing. Just take care of yourself out there," Josefina advised before placing the fruit knife on the table and exiting the room. Original content from NôvelDrama.Org.

After giving the man another kick, Sylvie rushed out only to find that Josefina had vanished.

Back in the dining room, the atmosphere was as warm as ever. When Josefina sat down, Oliver noticed her hand was red, a telltale sign that a simple phone call wasn't the cause of her absence.