Chapter 33 My Billionaire Missing Lover

• What kind of gift would a child give? Olivia’s speculation leaned towards a doll at most, followed by Lego. After all, a four-and-a–half–year–old boy wouldn’t yet understand the recipient’s perspective when choosing a gift. Usually, the gifts they gave were things they liked rather than considering the recipient’s preferences. Also, given the small pink box, Olivia thought it might contain a small toy. However, when she opened it, she was truly surprised. Inside was a delicate gold pendant crafted in the shape of a small cat’s paw. The surface was smooth and polished, shimmering in the light. The cat’s paw shape was chubby and cute, exuding a lifelike charm that seemed almost real. Running her fingertips over it, it felt as though she was touching a natural paw. She pinched the pendant and turned it over, discovering that there were even letters engraved on it. The word was "Luna.“.
• Seeing the cat’s paw pendant, Olivia didn’t have a particularly strong reaction. But when she saw the name “Luna,” her entire world seemed to freeze. How could it be such a coincidence? When she was seven or eight years old, she had once kept a chubby cat named Luna. Andrew was a sensitive and attentive child. Since Olivia started unwrapping the gift, he has been anxiously watching her. His beautiful phoenix eyes were fixated and unblinking. Seeing Olivia’s slight frown, he could slightly contain himself. But when she held the pendant for a prolonged period without speaking, he couldn’t control his emotions any longer. Was she dissatisfied? Andrew’s lips quivered, his chubby hands clenched tightly, and a storm of emotions brewed within him. “What’s wrong?” Olivia noticed his small emotional change and turned her gaze towards him. She reached out to touch his tiny head.
• Initially, it would have been acceptable not to ask, but Andrew’s emotions crumbled instantly with this one question. His tiny chest heaved dramatically. Tears welled up and fell down his cheeks. “Don’t you like it?” Olivia had never encountered a crying child before and felt utterly helpless. She immediately embraced the little boy and wiped his tears away with a tissue. She kept reassuring him, “I like it. How could I not? I love whatever gift you give me, Andrew.” Andrew’s tiny head was buried in Olivia’s embrace. Hearing her words, he struggled to lift his head, looking up at her with a serious expression. “This gift isn’t good. I’ll give you an even better gift next time.” “Why wouldn’t it be good?” Olivia hugged the little boy and gave him a gentle shake. “I love it the most.” Andrew lowered his head and persisted, “It’s not good. This gift isn’t good.” He was such a young child, yet he knew how to keep a secret.