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Miss Josefina: Nobody's Princess novel Chapter 429

Josefina left Oliver's place, totally smitten with the design of his home.

The whitewashed walls with their vintage charm and quaint gables were captivating. A covered walkway with cobblestone paths encircled a pond full of koi, giving the place a natural elegance. Gazebos sat by bubbling brooks, surrounded by vibrant flowers and lush greenery, creating a timeless feel. Marble drum-shaped stones stood along the path, adding a grand touch to the scenery.

As she walked through an arched gateway, Josefina continued forward. "Grandpa Butler, are you giving me the grand tour of Oliver's house?" she asked with a chuckle.

The old butler smiled warmly, "You caught me, Ms. Josefina. Mr. Oliver wants you to take a walk around and give your thoughts on the place. If there's anything you don't like, we'll change it."

Such a luxurious home—what could she possibly criticize? "I have no complaints," she said honestly. After all, it wasn't her house to nitpick.

The butler simply laughed and led Josefina to the garage to send her home.

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Sitting in the car, Josefina gazed out at the night sky, holding a bag of snacks and drinks. The car pulled up to the Harrison family residence, and Josefina stepped out, heading inside.

Dorian was already home. He raised an eyebrow when he saw her with a bag full of treats. "Did Oliver buy those for you?"

Josefina smiled, "No." Worried that Dorian might get the wrong idea about Oliver being stingy, she quickly explained the story behind the snacks.

Dorian, caught off guard, felt as if he'd been force-fed a mouthful of dog food. "I've always said Oliver is a deep thinker," he remarked.

Just then, Lena walked over. "Dorian, I made some soup today. Want to try it?"

"Josie, let's go check it out together," Dorian said.

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