I’m Someone Else

“I’m fine with anything. Just order what you want, but nothing too cheap. You’re making it up to me, so I want the best of the best,” said Olivia cheekily.

Thomas smiled. He didn’t mind the money. Besides, even if she wanted the best of the best, the food in this shop wouldn’t cost much, anyway. She was just teasing him, so he took the menu and ordered, “Two smoked salmons, one borscht, two medium-well sirloin steaks, and two salads, please.”

He had a bit to eat back at the buffet, but Olivia might suspect something if he ate nothing, so he still made some orders for himself. A while later, his phone rang. The cake was here, and he went to take it. It was just a small cake since they couldn’t finish a big one with just the two of them.

The moment Olivia opened up the box, she teared up. It was her favorite fruit cake, and there were a lot of oranges on it, too. “How did you know I like oranges?” She started digging in. Ever since her mother’s passing, she had never eaten cakes made with oranges. The moment she saw this cake, it reminded her of her mother.

“You like oranges?” Thomas was surprised. He had no idea what her preferences were, so when he made that order, he just made it according to his preference.

“When my mother was still with me, she’d make orange-flavored cakes on my birthdays.” Although she could still have cake on her birthdays, things weren’t the same anymore.

“Your mother’s gone?” he asked. Wait… Now that I think about it, I’ve been to the villa before, but I’ve never seen her mother.

ten years since then. I was only 14 back then.” As soon as Olivia said that, tears started streaming down her cheeks. She missed her mother, especially so during the day of her birthday.

orphan, so he had no idea what his parents were like, and the old man who raised him had gone missing a long time ago. The person

but Thomas is born an orphan. The only relative he

she had asked someone to look into his past, and she knew a lot about

so good. Don’t just sit there. Try some.” She

the first time a lady was feeding him. I can’t refuse her, or that’s going to be a blow to her confidence. Thus, he had no choice but to eat

food was served, and he said, “Happy birthday. A bit

a good appetite. She finished her steak and wolfed down Thomas’ share as

he didn’t

I don’t have many friends growing up. They either get jealous of me, or they want to be nothing

roses in my life. I am my father’s firstborn and was born with a silver spoon in my mouth. I’m the president of my family’s company. I went abroad to study and came back to everyone calling me a business genius. They even labeled me as ‘the Most