As Oliver's lips drew ever nearer, Josefina's hands pressed against his firm chest, thinking to push him away when his mouth slid past hers and whispered into her ear. "Josie, thank you."
A shiver ran through Josefina, an electric current coursing through her body as she stared blankly at Oliver.
His face was inches from hers, his handsome features pleasing to the eye. His eyes, no longer the crimson fury from before, held a gentle warmth.
"Josie, your trust means the world to me," he said with a soft smile, propping himself up on one elbow.
Josefina's heart melted a little. Oliver had that look of a lost puppy, and his tender gaze was utterly captivating.
"Oliver, please get up now."
But Oliver continued to hold himself up, his gaze intense upon her. The room was as bright as day, allowing Josefina to see every expression on Oliver's face. Their position was intimate, and Josefina, pushing at him, said, "Let's talk properly. Get up."
Oliver, still staring at her, broached a new subject. "Do you want to know about my past?"
Josefina replied firmly, "I don't need to know. Everyone has a history. We shouldn't dwell on the past but look to the future."
Oliver grinned and got up, moving to find a pack of cigarettes. He lit one up and smirked with a predatory edge, "He has an illegitimate child and now wants me to hand over the company. But how could I possibly give it up? It's my mother's legacy, and I must protect it."
Blowing a smoke ring, he laughed mockingly, "My mother died in front of me. I went after him with a knife and sent him to the hospital. They all say I'm a lunatic, a madman."
Turning to Josefina, he smiled gently, "What do you think? Am I crazy?"
Taken aback, Josefina whispered, "How could you be crazy? You're not." In her mind, Rowan was the real scum. He had cheated and fathered a child outside his marriage, driving Oliver's mother to her death.
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