Miss Josefina: Nobody's Princess

Chapter 163

As Josefina clocked out from her office job, she noticed an unfamiliar car parked by the entrance. It was modest by most standards, probably worth around fifteen grand.

The window slid down, revealing the man’s sharp gaze that instantly softened into an affectionate glimmer at the sight of her.

She glanced around, ensuring no acquaintances were in sight before getting into Oliver’s car.

Noel emerged from the office just in time to catch Josefina’s move. Pulling out his phone, he dialed a friend. “Do me a solid and check out a license plate for me, will ya?”

It didn’t take long for the reply to come through: just a regular ride-share car.

Noel scoffed, “And here I thought Josefina was some kind of goody-two-shoes. Turns out she’s got a sugar daddy stashed away, huh?”

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Josefina sure was not picky. He mused with a sneer.

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Meanwhile, inside the vehicle.

Josefina, noticing the driver wasn’t the usual, asked with a hint of curiosity, “Is this your ride?”

Oliver, with a gentle voice, responded, “George booked the Uber for me. Don’t you want to keep my identity under wraps? This should be low-key enough, right?”

“And George?”

“He’s back at the office, handling some business.”

Josefina couldn’t help but laugh, which aroused Oliver’s confusion. Her playful smile and sultry eyes were utterly bewitching to Oliver. Every little gesture of hers tugged at his heartstrings.

He leaned in closer. His voice was a magnetic whisper, “Don’t... tempt... me.” The words were light as a feather brushing across Josefina’s chest.

There was no partition, and the driver, focused on the road, dared not peek at Oliver and Josefina’s intimacy through the rearview mirror.

The client wore a bespoke business suit, exuding an aura of wealth and power. The driver had seen many passengers, so he knew at a glance that Oliver was a man of means.

Was this some tycoon picking up his delicate wife?

The driver kept his eyes on the road, soon pulling up to a restaurant’s entrance.

The restaurant manager, spotting the budget vehicle, frowned. “Move along. Don’t block the way for our patrons!”

His heart raced with anxiety – Oliver was expected for dinner, and he couldn’t afford to offend such a distinguished guest.

Oliver stepped out of the back seat. His noble aura and perfectly sculpted features were instantly recognizable. The manager approached him hurriedly, “Oliver.”

When Oliver ignored him and moved to open the other car door, the manager reached out to assist but retracted his hand quickly under Oliver’s sharp gaze.

As Josefina reached for the door handle, Oliver opened it for her, and she stepped out into view.

Her beauty was pure yet enticing. The sight of her left the waitstaff at the restaurant entrance agape. Was she an angel descended from the heavens?

Even in her simple work attire, her exposed slender legs and a waist so fine it seemed it could be encircled with a single hand. Her ethereal aura made her a perfect match for Oliver.

Together, they walked into the restaurant and ascended to the very top floor. There was only one table in this secluded spot – an ideal place for a romantic date. But securing a reservation at the top floor wasn’t just a matter of money; availability was scarce.

Oliver pulled out a chair for Josefina and handed her coat to a waiter.

“Thank you,” she said softly.

He passed her the menu. “Take a look. What would you like to eat?”

Josefina returned the menu to Oliver. “I’m treating you today, so you pick.”

She didn’t want to feel indebted to Oliver. It was always him who footed the bill for their meals, so she felt it was time to reciprocate.