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

slightly, an apologetic look in his eyes.

of confusion in her eyes, which sparkled beautifully.

appearance made one wish to pull her close and plant a fervent kiss.

head with effort, using all his strength to maintain composure.

for his odd behavior a few days ago.

through Andrew. Andrew is my son, and I value him greatly. So, I’ve been cautious. I’m sorry.”

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

lady also liked Andrew, giving him many gifts. Andrew mentioned to me a few times, hoping that ‘sister‘ could

Olivia instinctively furrowed her brows,

came suddenly and inexplicably.

thought this lady

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family. But who would

felt a sudden tightness in her chest, a bad

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

to woo Andrew, intending to kidnap and use him to

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

down, leaning close to Daniel, looking up at him, “What happened next? Is

gaze lingered on her face,

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

explained his previous odd behavior. However, seeing Olivia so engrossed in a mere fictional tale, showing immense concern

became incredibly agitated.

only care about her son

he

his internal displeasure, portraying the image of

well. She responded to kindness but not to force. Even though he didn’t know how she

yesterday that she had

wanting to

woman, who had abandoned her husband, to

thankfully, he

believed him. She might even have turned against him, fighting

a more roundabout approach.