Billionaire’s Missing Darling

Chapter 589

Olivia shumbered deeply through the night. In her dream, she found herself enveloped in a tender and cozy embrace, a warmth that enveloped her in a profound sense of tranquility and security.

As morning light gently filtered into the room, Olivia stirred from her shumber and stretched with a contented ease.

It was peculiar, she mused. Why did I sleep so profoundly last night? It was the most restful slumber I’d experienced in quite some time.

Sitting up in bed, Olivia realized she had slept on the side against the wall, rather than in the middle, almost as if there had been another presence beside her during the night.

She rubbed her eyes, convinced that perhaps the realm of dreams had momentarily blurred with reality.

On the opposite end of the story, Yossi arrived in the morning to rouse Andrew from his slumber. As he approached the bedroom door, just before he could raise his hand to knock, he caught sight of Andrew returning from an excursion outside.

Yossi’s astonishment was so profound that his eyes widened like a startled frog’s. Your Highness, you’ve risen at such an early hour,” he exclaimed.

“Indeed, Andrew responded with a mere nod, his focus elsewhere. Nevertheless, a radiant mood seemed to envelop him. The corners of his mouth curved upward, and his eyes formed a joyous, contented smile.

“Is there something that brings you joy, Your Highness?” Yossi inquired, his curiosity piqued.

replied, “No, nothing

spontaneous chuckle bubbled up, and he couldn’t help but

contentment today were

outside.” Andrew instructed as he pushed the door ajar and stepped into the bedroom. He then proceeded to fling himself onto the bed, rolling around in

embraced Olivia to sleep. Olivia was incredibly compliant

memory.

difficult to sleep. Instead, he had been captivated by the sight of

after reveling in his happiness for a while, he couldn’t help but

over him.

his defenses and not to become entangled in

avoid her, keeping his distance and refraining from any contact.

whole days cast a shadow over Andrew’s disposition, akin to the foreboding. clouds. No matter what he attempted, he couldn’t shake off the feeling of despandency. It sapped his motivation, to the extent that he had no appetite, not even

a heavy heart. I’m

been just a brief ten minutes since their separation, yet he felt an overwhelming sadness that drained every ounce of

to his/room for an extended period, nearly two hours passing before

“Are

alright.” Andrew dismissed the concern with a shake of his head. “Let’s

aching as she observed Andrew’s condition. She hastened to approach him and inquired gently. “Is everything alright, for Prince Andrew?”