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.

Olivia said that, tears started streaming down her cheeks. She missed her mother, especially so

in silence. He had no idea what to say. He was born an orphan, so he had no idea what his parents were like, and the old man who

orphan. The only

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

She held up a small

feeding him. I can’t refuse her, or that’s going to be a blow to her confidence. Thus, he had

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

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

hungry anyway, so he

with you is always fun. I get to ease up and wind down. Whenever I’m at the company, I have to put on a stern look so everyone will respect me. I don’t have many friends growing up. They either get jealous of me, or they want to be nothing but bootlickers and sycophants so they can get my family to help them get what they want. I only have two ladies whom I can call friends. If you’d shown up

went abroad to study