Billionaire’s Missing Darling by Theresa Wilde

Chapter 30

Susan had brought many gifts, intending for Olivia to choose from them. Typically, unless they were close friends or family, one or two gifts would suffice when visiting someone’s home. There was no need for a multitude of presents.

Yet, Olivia sat on the floor, sifting through the various gifts, finding each one irresistible. She wanted to give them all to Andrew..

It was a peculiar feeling. Every time she thought of the young boy, her heart softened. She couldn’t help but want to treat him well, wanting to give him everything she had.

After much contemplation, she selected a Lego set and a race car.

Her original plan was to surprise Andrew, but upon arriving, she discovered he wasn’t home.

Hadn’t they agreed to have dinner? Why wasn’t he home?

Olivia’s expression visibly dimmed.

The living room was empty, except for the maid, Aunt Zoe, who came forward to greet her. Taking the gifts from her hands, she said, “Mr. Andrew knew you were coming. He must be very happy. He talked about it all day yesterday and told me to prepare delicious dishes. I was so nervous that I feared my cooking wouldn’t be up to par.”

Imagining the little boy mumbling with his cherry–red, plump lips, his face displaying an innocent and endearing expression, Olivia couldn’t help but gently purse her lips, the corners of her eyes lifting in a tender smile.

Leading Olivia to sit on the sofa, Zoe said, “Mr. Andrew was waiting for you, but someone suddenly came from the old mansion yesterday and took him away. Don’t worry. Mr. Andrew will be back by noon. He also left a letter for you.”

Zoe took out a pink note, on which was the childish and tender handwriting of the little boy.

“Sister Olivia,

“I went to grandma’s today. I’ll be back by noon tomorrow. Wait for me. I’ll be back soon.”

At the end of the letter was a drawing of two little people holding hands.

1/4

15:191

Heating the legen Och

si hear mating a warm and sai

water had been power over how

the note Ofen saddeny elm overwhelming desire to say All after troughs and is faded away, and all she wanted was 20 wait in peaceful

fuit plate, some sracts, and a book for her to read. She apologized. Tim sorry. Ofisa Today, it’s just me here. Sophie ind some personal mess to attend to and vassit around. Ie some work in the kitchen and cant acco

could go and amend to her ausis in

was the famous novel Gone de Wid

without her garms around She pretended to be strong. Fren Dough she enredofter codens with loung

as strong as Scarlett O’Hara, not caring about what ochers

for her parents diminished. Yet, Obric offerersed its novel

book here, but with nothing else to do, she casually Sipped through

handwriting she thought. It looks a lot

will love

holding the page, stiffened. The more she looked at the line, the

does it look so

out a pen and paper from her bag, and wrote down the

she compared the two.

handwriting was almost identical.

her handwriting, mastering a particularly elegant style. She never

1819

Millionaire’s Missing Darling

45 vouchers

the familiar name gave Olivia a surreal feeling. She stared at the line for a long time.

to find similar handwriting. However, she found nothing until she reached

different, masculine, and sharp, like iron strokes on a canvas.

“Good.”

echoed the previous

unexpected emotion burrowing its way into her

water to steady herself, trying to calm the fluttering sensation that had taken

she regained her composure, the

his hurried steps hinted at

stairs, he suddenly turned back, finally stopping beside her. His gaze fell on the book on the coffee

Olivia softly explained, “Zoe brought it over, thinking

up the book, carefully dusted it off, and held it close to his chest as if it

that, he headed towards

commotion, Zoc said, “Mr. Sullivan is back.”

“Don’t touch this