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.”

really help much,” she

lowered his gaze, the corner of his mouth twitching slightly, an apologetic look in his eyes. “Actually, I owe you an

hint of confusion in her eyes, which

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

effort, using all his strength to maintain composure. “It’s about

apologized for his odd behavior a few days

me through Andrew. Andrew is my son, and

understandable, treating every woman as if she was trying to latch onto him wasn’t 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. He really liked her, always calling her ‘sister‘ and frequently contacting her.”

him many gifts. Andrew mentioned to me a few times, hoping that

furrowed her

came suddenly

deep emotion, “I mostly thought this lady wanted to get close to me through

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the Sullivan family. But who would

sudden tightness in her chest, a bad premonition

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

intending to kidnap and use him to threaten me.”

hearing this, her eyes suddenly burned, her heart

she squatted down, leaning close to Daniel, looking up at him, “What happened

gaze lingered on her face, but he remained

he stayed silent, the calmer his expression became, making Olivia’s heart race,

engrossed in a mere fictional tale, showing immense

incredibly

this woman only care about her son and not

she think he

his internal displeasure, portraying the image of

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

yesterday that she had forgotten

wanting to confront her and tell

husband,

thankfully, he restrained himself.

she surely wouldn’t have believed him. She might even have

took a