Billionaire’s Missing Darling

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.

the weak. Seeing Daniel, clearly injured, still concerned

serious? Do you need to go to the hospital?” she

head. “No need. A bit of ointment

I didn’t really help

an apologetic look in

looked up, a hint of confusion in her

one wish to pull her close and plant a

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

for his

through Andrew. Andrew is my son,

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

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

words “new mother,” Olivia instinctively furrowed her

unease came suddenly

with deep emotion, “I mostly thought this

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into the Sullivan family. But who would have

sudden tightness

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

intending to kidnap

had been calm, but upon hearing this, her eyes suddenly burned, her heart feeling as if it was being squeezed, causing her to

herself, she squatted down, leaning close to Daniel, looking up at him,

lingered on her face, but he remained

making Olivia’s heart race, feeling a tightness in her

previous odd behavior. However, seeing Olivia so engrossed in

He became incredibly agitated.

about her son and not her

she think

a sorrowful and concerned expression despite his internal displeasure, portraying the image

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

that she had forgotten

his emotions, wanting to

her husband, to see