Billionaire’s Missing Darling

Chapter 159

What a cute thing to say. Olivia felt like candy was in this little guy’s mouth, making it sweet. It was so sweet that it warmed her heart.

She couldn’t help but laugh out loud. She raised her hand and pulled Andrew into her arms. She tapped his little nose. “Why are you so good at talking?”

This little angel always brought her unexpected surprises.

After breakfast, Olivia returned to her room to change her shoes. Andrew stood in the corridor and waited for her.

The little guy was wearing a short dark green down jacket, gray cargo pants, and his hands were in his pockets. He looked arrogant and cool, completely different from the person in front of Olivia.

Coincidentally, Zoila came out with her bag. Andrew raised his chin and beckoned her over with his little finger.

Zoila was stunned and walked over in a daze.

Andrew raised his eyebrows. He wanted to say something, but then he felt that his current state was not good. He did not respect women enough.

Hence, he took his hands out of his pockets and said in a much gentler tone, “Ms. Milton, I have a classmate whose great–grandfather lived until he was 99 years old. Do you know why?”

Zoila’s expression changed slightly. She could guess what Andrew was going to say, but she felt that it was impossible. After all, Andrew was too young. He was only five years old.

She hesitated for a moment and asked, “Why?”

“Because he never meddles in other people’s business.” Andrew’s voice was crisp and pleasant, with a hint of childish softness.

He did not like what Ms. Milton had said during breakfast just now, but he also understood that Ms. Milton was concerned about him. Because he liked to eat chicken, she got up very early and went to the restaurant to buy them.

His teacher had said that he had to treat other people’s feelings seriously and thank them sincerely.

Andrew was very grateful to Ms. Milton, but he did not like Ms. Milton to be nosy.

The well–mannered little boy suppressed his cold and distant nature and explained seriously, “I like Olivia, so give the chicken nugget to Olivia to cat. I’ll be even happier when I see that she likes it. You don’t have to worry about me.”

Zoila’s heart was filled with frustration. She could not understand why Andrew would like Olivia when she did not seem to be taking care of Andrew at all.

do you like Olivia?” What

“What do you

took a deep breath and asked, “Then do

The little boy

to speak, she heard him continue,

out his little finger and pointed at his

“What about Olivia?”

it was not enough. He added another adjective, “As many

up at the ceiling and then at his little fingers. She

wrong with

they’re not as good as Olivia’s. Also, Ms. Milton, you don’t smell good either.

were the most beautiful, and the perfume she wore today was

smell.

if he could tell that Zoila was not in a good mood, Andrew comforted her. “There’s no need for a reason to like someone. There are many reasons to dislike someone. Ms. Milton, don’t be

know so much!” Zoila pouted and squatted down to touch the little. boy’s curly

really lucky. For some reason,

clothes and brought Andrew to

a fuss in the hospital. He sat at the table and did his homework seriously. Occasionally, when he was

other hand, sat on the edge of the bed and spoke to Isaac softly as she

free, there were always too many things blocking him. She had to study and learn things, and her grandfather had to treat

that her grandfather had fallen ill, she suddenly realized how wonderful the past

time, Blake suddenly came in and said that it was already noon

she have an appetite. She asked

leave. She tugged at the corner of Olivia’s clothes and said softly, “Olivia, aren’t

his soft head. He coaxed him gently, “Be good. Olivia is not hungry.

eat. Only when you’re full and

and was about to speak when a gentle, low voice came from the door. “That’s right.

That person was…

clenched her fists tightly, and her eyes instantly turned red. The corners of her mouth could not help but

reacted more directly. She turned around and ran toward the person. “Mr. Jarron, you’re