Just as Lena arrived outside the living room, she overheard Oliver sitting beside Josefina, engaging in lively conversation with Garrett.
Josefina, phone in hand, glanced at a text message that demanded her attention.
Sensing Josefina's intention, Oliver spoke up, "Mr. Garrett, Mrs. Hattie, it's getting late. I should be heading out."
He stood up, with Hattie and Garrett rising to see him off as well.
"There's no need for a fuss. I can see myself out. You guys should get some rest," Oliver said with a modest grace.
Josefina waved with a smile, "Bye."
The sight of the darling little girl left Oliver's eyes twinkling with mirth. "Bye-bye." His voice held a fond indulgence as he spoke.
Exiting, Oliver's shadow stretched long under the streetlights. Lena hurried to keep pace, her voice soft but insistent, "Oliver, wait up."
Oliver quickened his steps as if Lena were some natural disaster he was desperate to escape.
Frustrated to her core, Lena summoned all her strength and sprinted ahead, finally blocking his path with eyes brimming with emotion. "Oliver, are you really that averse to talking to me? I haven't done anything wrong. Why won't you even listen to me?"
Oliver took several steps back, putting a safe distance between them, as if fearing she might leap at him.
Stung by the rejection, Lena's anger flared. She was determined to make contact, despite his resistance. Throwing caution to the wind, Lena lunged at him, attempting to tackle Oliver to the ground. However, she quickly realized she had underestimated Oliver's agility.
As Lena pounced, Oliver was already sidestepping with a sprinter's speed. All Lena managed to grasp was the hem of Oliver's suit jacket.
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