"Oliver, this isn't a bed; it's a car," Josefina whispered softly.
Since Josefina got pregnant, poor Oliver had been dreaming of a decent meal. All he could manage was sipping on broth while imagining a hearty steak dinner. To ease his anxiety, he'd sometimes reach out to touch Josefina.
Holding Josefina close, Oliver buried his head in her fragrant hair, as if it were some kind of life-saving remedy.
Josefina gently patted his head, "Come on, get up now. We're almost home."
Today, they were heading back to the Harrison family estate. Mason was still staying there, and Josefina needed to keep an eye on her health.
Oliver reluctantly let go of Josefina and settled her back into her seat. Josefina glanced sideways at Oliver and thought to herself: what a charming rogue.
...
When the car arrived at the Harrison estate, Oliver and Josefina stepped out. The living room was warm and inviting. Josefina shed her coat as Annika brought over two steaming bowls of chicken soup, a thin layer of oil floating on top.
"Ms. Josefina, have some chicken soup to warm up," Annika said, quickly retreating afterward. Every time Annika saw Oliver near Ms. Josefina, she felt a weight pressing on her, making it hard to act naturally.
Josefina chuckled, "Oliver, try to lighten up a bit, maybe crack a smile."
Oliver shrugged helplessly. He just couldn't bring himself to smile around others. Josefina didn't push him. She took a sip of the chicken soup, savoring its rich and delicious flavor.
Just then, Tori called out urgently from outside, "Ms. Josefina." Instead of entering, Tori stayed at the door.
Josefina was about to stand up when Oliver gently pressed her shoulder, signaling her to stay seated. "I'll go see what's up," he said, striding over to the door.


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