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

an apologetic look in his eyes. “Actually, I owe

of confusion in

made one wish to pull her

turned his head with effort, using all his strength

his odd behavior a few days

Andrew. Andrew is my son, and I value him

calm as he glanced at Olivia. Seeing her lack of response, he

lady also liked Andrew, giving him many gifts. Andrew mentioned to me a

instinctively furrowed her brows, feeling a sudden

unease came suddenly

mostly thought this lady wanted to

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the Sullivan family. But who

felt a sudden tightness in her chest, a bad

magnetic yet calm voice continued, “Her ambitions were

to woo Andrew, intending to kidnap

this, her eyes suddenly burned, her heart feeling

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

gaze lingered on her face, but he remained silent.

Olivia’s heart

the fabricated story he had told, which explained his previous odd behavior. However, seeing Olivia so engrossed in a mere fictional tale, showing immense concern for

became incredibly agitated.

this woman only care about her son

she think he

his internal displeasure, portraying the

too well. She responded to kindness but not to force. Even though he didn’t know how she had forgotten him entirely, causing

that

his emotions, wanting to confront her and tell her everything.

husband, to

thankfully, he

wouldn’t have believed him. She might

Daniel took a more