Billionaire’s Missing Darling by Theresa Wilde

Chapter 31

The door to the upstairs study was open, Olivia approached the door and leaned in to listen for a moment, and when she heard no sound, she knocked a few times. “Mr. Sullivan, do you need help?”

The silence persisted, unbroken.

A knot of worry formed in Olivia’s chest, the fear that he might have lost consciousness gnawing at her. Without a second thought, driven by a mix of concern and urgency, she decisively pushed the door open.

The study room unfurled before her, grand in its expanse. Tall bookshelves laden with volumes of knowledge lined the walls, their natural wood grain gleaming softly under the ambient light. Directly across from her, to the right, a majestic desk held its ground. Its polished surface was home to a sleek computer and an organized stack of important–looking documents.

At her initial glance, the room seemed devoid of human presence. But as Olivia’s eyes adjusted and scanned the room more meticulously, a subtle detail caught her attention.

He was there but almost camouflaged. Nestled by the bay window, his silhouette was masked by the heavy, dark curtains, making him appear as if he was a part of the drapery, a shadow blending into the night.

Olivia walked over.

An overturned solid wood chair lay askew on the floor, hinting at a recent disturbance. Daniel Sullivan was seated gracefully by the bay window, one leg casually crossed over the other, exuding an air of nonchalance despite the evident chaos.

From Olivia’s vantage point, she could discern the telltale hues of blue and purple marring his toes. The implication was clear: the chair must have fallen on his foot, causing the bruise.

“Are you okay?” Olivia bent down, asking with concern.

It seemed as though Dániel was lost in his own world, unaware of her presence. When he finally noticed her, his eyes showed a momentary look of bewilderment. He stared blankly at her for a few heartbeats as if trying to piece together the situation before recognition slowly dawned on his face.

“I’m sorry, the noise must have startled you,” he said.

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His tone was polite, starkly contrasting to his previous sarcastic demeanor, as if he were a different person.

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Olivia’s nature was to be assertive with the strong and gentle with the weak. Seeing Daniel, clearly injured, still concerned about whether she was startled, her fondness for him grew.

“It’s fine. How’s your injury? Is it serious? Do you need to go to the hospital?” she asked.

Daniel shook his head. “No need. A bit of ointment will do. Thank you, Ms. Taylor.”

didn’t really help

slightly, an apologetic look in his eyes. “Actually, I owe you an apology, Ms.

hint of confusion in her eyes, which sparkled beautifully.

one wish to pull

strength to maintain composure. “It’s about the other

his odd behavior

close to me through Andrew. Andrew is my son, and I value him greatly. So, I’ve

fair. Daniel’s gaze was calm as he glanced at Olivia. Seeing her lack of response, he quickly shifted his tone and gave an example. “Last year, a lady got along well with

Andrew mentioned to me a few times, hoping that ‘sister‘

words “new mother,” Olivia instinctively furrowed her brows, feeling a

suddenly

voice captivating, speaking with deep emotion, “I mostly thought

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But who would have

a sudden tightness in her chest, a bad premonition

a reality as Daniel’s magnetic yet calm voice continued, “Her ambitions were even greater.

Andrew, intending to kidnap and use him to threaten

her eyes suddenly burned, her heart feeling as if it was being squeezed, causing her to

to control herself, she squatted down, leaning close to Daniel, looking up at

lingered on her face, but he remained

he stayed silent, the calmer his expression became, making Olivia’s heart race, feeling a tightness in

so engrossed in a mere fictional tale, showing immense concern for Andrew but

became incredibly

her son and not her

think he was

expression despite his internal displeasure, portraying the image

he didn’t know how she

that

to confront her and tell her

abandoned her husband,

he restrained

She might even have turned

took a more roundabout