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.

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identical handwriting and the familiar name gave Olivia a surreal feeling. She stared at

flipped through a few more pages, hoping to find similar handwriting. However, she found nothing until she reached the

was different, masculine, and sharp, like iron strokes

“Good.”

the previous line.

sudden tingling sensation prickled at Olivia’s fingertips, an unexpected emotion burrowing its

a soft thud, taking a sip of water to steady herself, trying to calm the fluttering sensation that had taken

the door opened

in his hand, and his hurried steps hinted at some pressing matter. Upon spotting Olivia, he gave her a brief nod of acknowledgment. Without pausing,

finally stopping beside her. His gaze fell on

explained, “Zoe brought

up the book, carefully dusted it off, and held it close to his chest as if it were precious. “Ask Zoc to

that, he headed

the commotion, Zoc said, “Mr. Sullivan

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