Billionaire’s Missing Darling

Chapter 7

At the moment, William was still overseas. It was also unknown to him what had happened at home.

If he were to return and learn that Emma had someone to hurt Olivia, he would surely punish Emma.

Emma was not afraid of punishment, but she feared being driven out of the Taylor family by William. Therefore, she had to reconcile with Olivia before William returned.

“As long as the victim forgives me, William will not do anything, even if he is angry.

“Even though Olivia is narrow–minded and unwilling to forgive me, I must still maintain a humble attitude to show my sincerity to everyone,” said Emma inwardly.

Olivia glanced at the plate in Emma’s hand, which had four different flavored cakes on it.

She was not interested in this type of sweet–tasting cake. Besides, she just woke up and wasn’t in the mood for food.

So, she shook her head and said, “No need. Thanks.”

After speaking, she turned her gaze and instructed the chef to heat up two sandwiches, bring a cup of milk, and deliver them to her room.

Her cold expression made Emma feel uneasy. Emma took a step forward and stopped her. “Olivia, try this. It’s really delicious. I specially made it for you.”

The pretty maid who came with Emma added, “Yes, Miss Olivia, you should try it. Miss Emma woke up at 4 o’clock this morning just to make the cake for you. She made four different kinds because she didn’t know your preferences.”

Olivia ignored the two of them and walked straight past Emma toward the door.

As soon as she reached the doorway, she was met with Emma’s. emotionally charged/interrogation from behind. “Olivia, do you still hate me?”

Olivia furrowed her brows. She was not vindictive and believed that the past should remain in the past. Since the matter had already been discussed that day, she would not dwell on it further.

Emma still dwelled on this

for a moment, Olivia turned around and said, “Nah. It’s all in

you eat the cake I made?” Emma kept

grew impatient with Emma’s persistence, saying, “These are two completely different matters!” Not eating the cake had absolutely no correlation with hating Olivia. Emma carried

her head and gave

reaction. The pretty maid continued to

appeared that if Olivia didn’t cat the cake, it would be a disregard

or engage in petty politics. However, this

cake. Originally, it could go either way, but she didn’t feel like eating because she didn’t. have much of an appetite in the morning. However, faced with the relentless pressure from Emma now, she didn’t

chuckled softly before turning around to pour two glasses of water at the dining table, each filling

puzzled and watching her movements

the two glasses of

was also puzzled by her behavior and

apologize for what happened earlier. This glass of water is my way of saying sorry to you. I’ll empty it. Be

the empty glass at Emma. Her eyes were cold.

don’t eat my cake, it means you won’t forgive me. This is not an apology. It

trace of mockery, as

was wearing a simple white T–shirt and casual pants. Although it was a homey

a strong presence just

had a scholarly demeanor that was both aloof and persuasive, rendering one

longer paid attention to the crowd and turned around to walk away, only leaving a slender

in place. Until a long time after Olivia had left, they discreetly glanced at Emma before quietly

were too focused on Emma’s carefully prepared cake and overlooked

things as, ‘If you don’t eat my cake,

an apology at all. It’s

the plate with her fingertips