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.

dwelled on this

for a moment, Olivia turned around and

won’t you eat the cake I made?” Emma kept

appeared cold, and a slight hint of annoyance reflected in her expression. She 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 the plate of cake and walked up to Olivia, looking at her gently and expectantly. “Olivia, I was wrong before and made a mistake. If you can forgive me,

and gave Olivia

maid continued to speak in Emma’s support, “Miss

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

politics. However, this did not mean that

or not she ate this piece of cake. Originally, it could go either way, but she didn’t feel like eating because she didn’t. have much of

glasses of water at the dining table, each filling up to only three–quarters with a shallow

was puzzled and watching her

brought the two

also puzzled by her behavior and did not know what she was

saying, “I apologize for what happened earlier. This glass of water

her glass and shook the empty glass at Emma. Her eyes were cold. “This is the way to

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

speaking, Olivia was calm and indifferent without a trace of mockery, as if only recounting the facts in a calm

it was

presence just by

demeanor that was both aloof

to the crowd and turned around to walk away, only leaving a slender and upright back

had frozen in place. Until a long time after Olivia had left, they discreetly glanced

were too focused on Emma’s carefully prepared

apology. Who would say such things as, ‘If you don’t eat my

an apology at all. It’s simply a

with her