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.

still dwelled on this matter,

moment, Olivia turned around and said,

the cake

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

tilted her head and gave Olivia

servants all looked at the two of them, waiting for Olivia’s reaction. The pretty maid continued to speak in Emma’s support, “Miss Emma put a lot of

cake, it would

fuss over minor details or engage in petty politics. However, this did not mean that she was weak or incapable of

whether 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 an appetite in the morning. However, faced with the relentless pressure

turning around to pour two glasses of water at the

and

pouring the water, Olivia brought the two glasses of water

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.

in her glass and shook the empty glass at Emma. Her eyes

my cake, it means you won’t forgive me. This is not

indifferent without a trace of mockery, as if only recounting the facts in

a simple white T–shirt and casual pants. Although it was a homey and gentle outfit, she still exuded

she exuded a strong presence just by standing

that was both aloof and persuasive, rendering one utterly incapable of

no longer paid attention to the crowd and turned around

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

now, they were too focused on Emma’s

is not a sincere apology. Who would say such things as, ‘If you don’t eat my cake, it means you

apology at all. It’s

plate with her fingertips and gradually tightening