Miss Josefina: Nobody's Princess novel Chapter 1181

Oliver wrapped his arms around Josefina, sharing his warmth to chase away the shivers she felt. It wasn't just the room's chill; fear had gripped her heart.

"Josie, don’t worry," Oliver whispered softly, trying to soothe her. "It was just a dream. It's not real, just a figment of your imagination."

Josefina clung to his strong arm, slowly pulling herself out of the nightmare's clutches. Lately, her dreams had been haunted by lab-related images, and tonight’s was particularly vivid.

"I'm okay now," she murmured, "but I could really use some hot water."

"I’ll get it," Oliver said, gently tucking the blanket around her before heading to the kitchen. He returned soon with a steaming cup of water.

Josefina sipped at it, grateful for the warmth. Oliver handed her another cup, this one filled with strawberry-flavored milk. "Here, have some of this. I know you like the taste."

The familiar sweet flavor brought a small smile to Josefina's lips, lifting her spirits. "I’m okay now," she said, setting the cup aside.

Oliver settled back beside her, wrapping her in his embrace once more. "You should get some sleep, Oliver," Josefina gently protested. "You won’t have the energy to work tomorrow if you don't rest."

Oliver didn’t budge. "Josie, it’s almost dawn. You should try to get some sleep too."

With that, he scooped her up and laid her down on the bed, joining her under the covers. Just as she was about to move, Oliver leaned over her with a playful glint in his eyes.

"How about I help you fall asleep?" he suggested with a wink.

"You’re going to lull me to sleep?" she asked, intrigued.

"Absolutely," he replied with a confident smile. "I promise you’ll sleep like a baby."

"Does Josie know?" he added, his concern for her evident.

"Not yet," Oliver replied calmly. "If she knew, you’d be hearing from her, not me."

Oliver had made the call because of Josefina’s dream. He had a gut feeling that Logan’s past was shrouded in secrets. Josefina shared only what she wanted others to know, keeping her troubles to herself, which worried Oliver.

"Walter," Oliver continued, "you must know something about what happened to Josie before she met you."

Alfie found himself at a loss for words. "What are you getting at, Oliver?" he finally managed, any trace of sleepiness gone.

"Your reaction tells me I’m right," Oliver said matter-of-factly. "You’re anxious because you know there’s some truth to what I’m saying."