Chapter 7 My Billionaire Missing Lover

• At the moment, William was still overseas. It was also unknown to him what had happened at home. If he were to return and learn that Emma had someone hurt Olivia, he would surely punish Emma. Emma was not afraid of punishment, but she feared being driven out of the Taylor family by William. Therefore, she had to reconcile with Olivia before William returned. “As long as the victim forgives me, William will not do anything, even if he is angry. “Even though Olivia is narrow-minded and unwilling to forgive me, I must still maintain a humble attitude to show my sincerity to everyone,” said Emma inwardly. Olivia glanced at the plate in Emma’s hand, which had four different-flavored cakes on it. She was not interested in this type of sweet-tasting cake. Besides, she just woke up and wasn’t in the mood for food.
• So she shook her head and said, “No need. Thanks.” After speaking, she turned her gaze and instructed the chef to heat up two sandwiches, bring a cup of milk, and deliver them to her room. Her cold expression made Emma feel uneasy. Emma took a step forward and stopped her. “Olivia, try this. It’s really delicious. I specially made it for you.” The pretty maid who came with Emma added, “Yes, Miss Olivia, you should try it. Miss Emma woke up at 4 o’clock this morning just to make the cake for you. She made four different kinds because she didn’t know your preferences.” Olivia ignored the two of them and walked straight past Emma toward the door. As soon as she reached the doorway, she was met with Emma’s. emotionally charged interrogation from behind. “Olivia, do you still hate me?” Olivia furrowed her brows. She was not vindictive and believed that the past should remain in the past. Since the matter had already been discussed that day, she would not dwell on it further. However, Emma still dwelled on this matter, evidently.
• After thinking for a moment, Olivia turned around and said, “Nah. It’s all in the past now.” “Then, why won’t you eat the cake I made?” Emma kept asking. Olivia furrowed her brows. Her delicate eyes appeared cold, and a slight hint of annoyance was reflected in her expression. She grew impatient with Emma’s persistence, saying, “These are two completely different matters!” Not eating the cake had absolutely no correlation with hating Olivia. Emma carried the plate of cake and walked up to Olivia, looking at her gently and expectantly. “Olivia, I was wrong before and made a mistake. If you can forgive me, please try it.” She tilted her head and gave Olivia a gentle smile. The surrounding servants all looked at the two of them, waiting for Olivia’s reaction. The pretty maid continued to speak in Emma’s support, saying, “Miss Emma put a lot of effort into making these cakes.”