Chapter 110 My Billionaire Missing Lover

• Olivia was sitting in the car, and the calm and relaxed expression instantly disappeared, replaced by coldness. Daniel was driving in front. Andrew was sitting on a child’s safety seat with his head lowered. He had fallen asleep. The child was energetic, but he needed to replenish his energy. After playing for the entire afternoon, he was already exhausted, so he quickly fell into a deep sleep. Hence, no one noticed Olivia’s expression. She propped her chin on her hand and leaned against the back of the seat. Her posture was lazy and casual as if it was casual, but her light amber eyes were complicated and unreadable. She looked straight out of the window, thinking about something. Daniel was in the front driving.
• As he held the steering wheel, he observed Olivia’s expression through the rearview mirror. His expression was calm, and his movements were elegant and practiced. Seeing that Olivia didn’t look well, he was not in a hurry to ask. Instead, he waited quietly for a moment. When she turned her head, he asked, “Are you in a bad mood?” Olivia looked up indifferently and remained silent. Upon seeing this, Daniel gave a smile. His beautiful eyes curved like the crescent moon in the quiet night sky. Tapping his index finger on the steering wheel, he slowed down and parked the car by the side of the road. When he spoke again, his tone was a little more serious. “You were not yourself at the Smith Cuisine Hall just now.” Daniel understood Olivia.
• She was not someone who usually rocked the boat. Even if Cynthia provoked her, Olivia would not make the recipe public rashly. This didn’t seem like something that Olivia would do. A few years ago, when they first met, Olivia was only 18 years old. She was vivacious as a young girl and did not have much money on her, obliged to work part–time for a living. But even so, she was still noble and extraordinary. She was like an aristocrat who had wandered among the commoners, carrying with her an innate pride and nobility. According to her original personality, if Cynthia messed with her, she would not even give Cynthia a look. She would let Ms. Blake and Mr. Yanis deal with it. It was just like how ancient emperors dealt with things. There had long been courtiers and guards blocking those who caused trouble. They would not let those troublemakers have the chance to appear and be an eyesore to the emperor.