Miss Josefina: Nobody's Princess novel Chapter 1258

Josefina hung up the phone and slid onto the couch beside Oliver.

“Were you texting Finley?” she asked, eyeing his phone.

Oliver handed it over, and Josefina watched the screen light up over and over, buzzing with messages like it had a mind of its own. Finley was relentless—every time Oliver tried to reply, another message popped up, then another, then another. It was enough to make Josefina want to chuck the phone across the room.

“He’s so fast,” she said, shaking her head.

Oliver laughed. “Yeah, he really is.”

The way he smiled made Josefina blush, even though she tried to hide it.

“Oliver, are you flirting with me right now?” she teased.

He grinned, lips twitching. “Come on, Josie. You really can’t tell when I’m flirting?”

She shot him a sly smile. “Nope. I don’t get it at all.”

Oliver took her hand and pulled her into his arms, his gaze warm and a little dangerous. “If you really don’t get it, maybe I should just show you. Would that help?”

The way he looked at her sent a spark racing across her skin, making her cheeks heat up.

She wriggled out of his hold and gave him a mock glare. “You’re not innocent at all.”

Oliver didn’t miss a beat—he reached for her again, pulling her close until she melted against his side.

“Oh? And what makes you say that, Josie?”

She huffed, but there was a smile tugging at her lips. “Seriously, your mind is always in the gutter. If I wasn’t pregnant, you’d probably keep me in bed for a week straight.”

She shivered, but couldn’t help laughing at the ridiculous image.

Oliver laughed too, shaking his head like she’d accused him of being some kind of wicked emperor.

“So now I’m just a tyrant who ignores state affairs because I’m too busy with my beautiful wife?”

Josefina rolled her eyes, but she was grinning. “Well, if the shoe fits…”

He brushed his fingers over her cheek. “Alright, why don’t you get some rest? I’ll go do some work. My head’s all business right now—how’s that?”

He gave Logan a shot and made him take some medicine; only then did Logan finally start to look a little better.

Luke handed Percy a water bottle. “Good thing you’re a doctor. If you weren’t, I’d have to tell the boss the truth about how bad he was.”

The second Josefina’s name came up, Logan grabbed Luke’s wrist. “Don’t tell my mentor.”

“Easy, man, you’re hurting me,” Luke said, trying to pry Logan’s fingers loose. “Relax. I’m not telling her anything. I was just saying, you know? Calm down.”

Logan slumped back on the sofa, his face pale.

Percy glanced at him, concern etched on his face. “Logan, seriously—you should just tell Josie. She’s better at this than me, and her mentor’s in Westwood, too. If they both help, you’ll recover way faster.”

Logan shook his head. “No need to worry. I know my own limits.”

Luke and Percy exchanged a startled look.

Percy frowned. “Logan… did you just get better all of a sudden?”

There was something different about Logan’s voice—steadier, stronger, almost like he was back to his old self.