Chapter 31 My Billionaire Missing Lover

• The door to the upstairs study was open. Olivia approached the door and leaned in to listen for a moment, and when she heard no sound, she knocked a few times. “Mr. Sullivan, do you need help?” The silence persisted, unbroken. A knot of worry formed in Olivia’s chest—the fear that he might have lost consciousness—gnawing at her. Without a second thought, driven by a mix of concern and urgency, she decisively pushed the door open. The study room unfurled before her, grand in its expanse. Tall bookshelves laden with volumes of knowledge lined the walls, their natural wood grain gleaming softly under the ambient light. Directly across from her, to the right, a majestic desk held its ground. Its polished surface was home to a sleek computer and an organized stack of important-looking documents. At her initial glance, the room seemed devoid of human presence.
• But as Olivia’s eyes adjusted and she scanned the room more meticulously, a subtle detail caught her attention. He was there, but almost camouflaged. Nestled by the bay window, his silhouette was masked by the heavy, dark curtains, making him appear as if he were a part of the drapery, a shadow blending into the night. Olivia walked over. An overturned solid wood chair lay askew on the floor, hinting at a recent disturbance. Daniel Sullivan was seated gracefully by the bay window, one leg casually crossed over the other, exuding an air of nonchalance despite the evident chaos. From Olivia’s vantage point, she could discern the telltale hues of blue and purple marring his toes. The implication was clear: the chair must have fallen on his foot, causing the bruise.
• “Are you okay?” Olivia bent down, asking with concern. It seemed as though Dániel was lost in his own world, unaware of her presence. When he finally noticed her, his eyes showed a momentary look of bewilderment. He stared blankly at her for a few heartbeats, as if trying to piece together the situation, before recognition slowly dawned on his face. “I’m sorry; the noise must have startled you,” he said. His tone was polite, starkly contrasting with his previous sarcastic demeanor, as if he were a different person. Olivia’s nature was to be assertive with the strong and gentle with the weak. Seeing Daniel clearly injured and still concerned about whether she was startled, her fondness for him grew. “It’s fine. How’s your injury?