Chapter 9 My Billionaire Missing Lover

• “The gentle breeze brings a sweet fragrance. My darling Livy smells so good.” The man was burying his nose in Olivia’s neck, taking a soft sniff. Everyone called her Olivia, except for him, who called her Livy. He said, “Olivia is everyone’s Olivia, but Livy is only mine.” At the end of his sentence, the man forcefully pushed down his hip as if he intended to pin Olivia to the bed. Olivia felt like a fire was burning inside her, making her forehead sweaty. She struggled to open her eyes, wanting to see the face of the person over her, but there seemed to be a mist clouding her vision, preventing her from seeing clearly no matter how hard she tried. She could only go up and down, following the man’s actions. When Olivia woke up, it was already 9 o’clock in the morning. She let out a sigh and massaged her forehead, bewildered as to why she would have such a dream.
• “Could it possibly be the hormone’s fault? However, I have no special feelings toward any men." Since I can’t figure it out, I will just put it aside for now. “There are many things to do today. The dinner party is scheduled for today. Although it starts in the evening, preparations should be made. during the day,” she said inwardly. The assistant sent to her by Amelia had already arranged a series of procedures. After having breakfast, Olivia would do the whole b*dy’s skin care. Additionally, she needed to do her hair. The clothes had already been delivered, and she needed to try them on to see if they fit. If there were any areas that were not suitable, the necessary adjustments had to be made as soon as possible.
• After finishing breakfast, Olivia walked toward the door. Her assistant, Abigail Murphy, had already pulled the car out, saying, “Ms. Taylor, the appointment is scheduled at 10 o’clock, and time is running short.” Previously, Abigail worked at the Taylor Group. Due to her efficiency and exceptional abilities, she was chosen by Amelia to become the personal life assistant. Later, she was appointed as the life assistant of Olivia. “Just call me by my name.” Olivia got in the car. Abigail readily complied. “Alright, Olivia. We’re a bit short on time. I need to drive a bit faster. Please make sure you’re seated securely.” Olivia nodded and leaned back against the chair, looking out the window. After approximately 10 minutes of driving, they passed by an intersection called Summon Street. Olivia pointed at the sign by the roadside and asked, “Aren’t we going to Summon Street? We can’t go through here.”