Miss Josefina: Nobody's Princess

Chapter 159

Lena felt like she had a lump in her throat as she watched George’s indifferent expression. Her gaze drifted towards Oliver’s office door.

“George, would you mind taking this afternoon tea I got for Oliver?” she asked, hoping to save dignity.

She had already bought it, and if she was to walk out with the stuff in hand, spotted by the receptionist, how could she maintain her dignity? What would others think of her?

Lena gave George a pitiful look, as if she was on the brink of tears, should he dare to refuse.

Considering it was already late in the afternoon, George accepted the food.

Lena left, bumping into the receptionist, who greeted her warmly. She responded with a smile, “Oliver’s just swamped with work. I’ll bring him tea another time.”

“Ms. Lena, you and Oliver are so close. Always thinking about him. You two are a match made in heaven,” the receptionist said, clearly charmed.

Lena chuckled softly. “I didn’t bring you any honey today, yet your words are so sweet.”

Another receptionist joined in, flattering, “Ms. Lena, we only speak the truth.” Property belongs to Nôvel(D)r/ama.Org.

As Lena was being praised, George reappeared. Seeing Lena still there, he was relieved and handed her the food.

“Ms. Lena, Mr. Oliver said you don’t need to bring him afternoon tea anymore. He doesn’t need it.”

Lena was stunned, and so was everyone else.

What was going on?

Lena had always portrayed herself as Oliver’s girlfriend. What had changed so suddenly?

Her once unwavering confidence seemed to have evaporated from her face.

George continued, “Mr. Oliver said that by doing this, Ms. Josefina might get the wrong idea. To avoid unnecessary misunderstandings, it’s better if you stop coming here.”

George hadn’t expected Oliver to deny Lena even a modicum of dignity. Upon learning the tea was from Lena, Oliver had been furious, instructing George to return it as it came. Lucky for him, he caught up with Lena. Otherwise, he’d have to chase her down with his car to return this hot potato!

Lena looked at the tea, then at George’s displeased expression, and felt the judgmental glances from those around her. She snapped. Her mouth twitched as she struggled to speak, “Then I’ll take it back for now. If Oliver wants something else, I’ll bring it over.”

“Mr. Oliver said if he wants something, he’ll go and have it with Ms. Josefina,” George replied.

He initially wanted to be more diplomatic, but Oliver’s instructions were clear: be cold to make a definitive rejection. Lena had to get the message.

Love wasn’t there to be debated. It was either present or it wasn’t.

From the start, Oliver had never been fond of Lena. Whatever childhood friendship she claimed for the outside world, Oliver didn’t acknowledge, nor did he want to fuel any rumors about their relationship.

George knew Oliver was concerned about Josefina hearing gossip and doubting his sincerity.

The way people looked at Lena shifted. Suddenly, they wondered if Lena had been lying all along, fabricating a close relationship with Oliver?

Standing there, Lena could feel their disdain, even without a word spoken, as if it was waiting to burst forth. Carrying the afternoon tea, Lena left with her pride in tatters.

George watched her go, then turned to leave but was stopped by the receptionist.

“George, what’s going on? Isn’t Ms. Lena Mr. Oliver’s girlfriend? If we let her in, is Oliver going to be upset?”

“Yeah, is Mr. Oliver going to fire us over this?”

“That Lena, really... If she’s not Mr. Oliver’s girlfriend, why does she always act like the lady of the house every time she comes over? She’s made us misunderstand her relationship with Mr. Oliver.”