Chapter 15 My Billionaire Missing Lover

• This was the first time Olivia felt such affection for a young boy. She had always been a person who did not show strong or intense feelings outwardly. She kept her feelings closely guarded, finding it difficult to open up to others. She was not particularly fond of children, either. Sometimes, when encountering mischievous and naughty kids on the street, she would involuntarily furrow her brows and take a different route to keep her distance from them. However, Andrew seemed to be sitting right in her heart, making it feel soft and tender. She did not even want to bother Abigail about the matter anymore. After the banquet ended, she even received a call from Andrew, who invited her to his house tomorrow to see the drawings he had made. “Sure,” Olivia said as she nodded. She agreed to come to Andrew’s house. Then she could not help but enjoin.
• “How can a little kid stay up so late?” she said. “You wouldn’t grow taller if you were to stay up late.” Upon hearing this, Andrew became very nervous. He was worried that if he did not grow taller, Olivia would not like him anymore. He quickly nodded and said, “I’ll go to bed now. Good night, Olivia.” After saying good night, he felt like it was not enough, so he added, “I will grow taller. I will grow really tall.” “Alrighty,” Olivia replied as she smiled gently. Her heart was filled with bittersweet happiness. Over at the Sullivan family’s home, the nanny, Zoe Carter, noticed that the lights in Andrew’s room were off. She was rather surprised. “Zoe thought, ““Andrew has always been a night owl and rarely goes to bed this early. It’s only 10 o’clock, and he actually turned off the lights?
• He stayed up past midnight just yesterday and didn’t wake up until noon the next day, which made Mr. Sullivan so angry that he picked him up and said he would send him away.” “Could he be sick?” Zoe was very worried. She tiptoed to the door of Andrew’s room, gently pushed it, and softly called, “Andrew, are you asleep?” Andrew was tossing and turning, trying to induce sleepiness. He was already having trouble falling asleep, yet Zoe still came to interrupt. Instantly, he was dissatisfied. He threw a little tantrum and said, “Who let you in? Get out!” Zoe was very apologetic. She said, “I’m sorry. I’m sorry. Are you feeling unwell? Andrew?" When children throw a tantrum, it can be difficult to manage.