Chapter 592
Billionaire’s Missing Darling
She wondered. Does Andrew actually want to have lunch with me?
Olivia gripped her fork, and a smile slowly expanded upon her lips. Ultimately, a sense of happiness radiated through her entire being.
âAndrew!â Olivia was so elated that she rose from her seat and called out to him.
Andrew nodded instinctively and approached Olivia.
Nancy Banks seized the moment, and with an agility that belied her age, she swiftly positioned herself between Andrew and Olivia.
âYour Highness,â Nancy Banks whispered a reminder, âMiss Smith is still a person of interest. Do not disregard the queenâs directivesâ
Andrewâs gaze turned chilly as he cast an unhappy look at Nancy Banks. His presence exuded a powerful air, as if he felt misconstrued. âNancy Banks, what do you take me for? I am fully aware of my actions.â
If you knew, why did you come to see Olivia? Nancy Banks thought.
Nancy Banks was tempted to voice her complaints if it werenât for Oliviaâs position.
Andrew was enveloped in the desolation of the autumn breeze, his countenance impassive. He paid no heed to Olivia and refrained from taking a seat in front of her, choosing instead to maintain a distance.
He remained cold and distant, treating Olivia as though she were merely a stranger who had joined for a meal.
Observing this, Olivia lowered her gaze and couldnât help but feel a tinge of loneliness.
She retreated to her original position, opting not to approach further.
Andrew seated himself across from her and proceeded to eat at a leisurely pace. His posture exuded elegance, even though his dining speed was notably unhurried.
Ever so slowly, almost painstakingly The lunch extended for nearly an hour.
By the end, Nancy Banksâs legs were weary from standing for so long Andrew laid down his fork and uttered, Iâve finished my meal.â
Olivia remained seated across from him, her gaze fixed on him with anticipation. She yearned to approach him but hesitated, fearing that Andrew might harbor resentment.
To align with her gentle and meek demeanor, she refrained from acting too hastily.
She believed that as long as she endured this interim period and awaited the release of the online project, Andrew would ascertain her innocence, and all would be well.
Andrew rose from his seat and made his way to the door. As he reached the threshold, he abruptly pivoted and cast a fleeting glance at Olivia.
âOh my god!â
He wondered why this girl didnât embrace him! Had she not noticed how deliberately I was walking?â
Due to Nancy Banksâ presence, Andrew felt compelled to maintain a certain distance to establish his stance. Therefore, he refrained from approaching Olivia proactively. However, his yearning for her was so profound that it caused his heart to ache.
Andrew conveyed a silent message to Olivia with his gaze. âCome on! Give me a lug!â
Olivia furrowed her brow slightly and mused. âIs Andrewâs eyes bothering him? I must remind Yossi to administer some eye drops.
Andrew winked repeatedly, but Olivia remained unresponsive Nancy Banks shot him a disapproving glare from the side. Ultimately. Andrew had no choice but to depart in disappointment.
The moment he crossed the threshold, Andrew appeared to deflate, his body devoid of strength.
He returned to the study, overcome with misery, and sank into a chair in melancholic contemplation.
Even though Yossi was not particularly astute, he could discern certain things.
He inquired softly, âYour Highness, you have strong feelings for Miss Olivia, donât you?â
Andrew cast a glance at him but chose not to refute it.
Yossi was perplexed. âBut Miss Olivia is still considered a suspect, isnât she? Shouldnât Your Highness conduct a thorough __investigation!â
âThereâs no necessity.â Andrewâs tone was composed, yet it conveyed a definitive and unwavering authority. âOnce the project goes online, any suspicion will naturally be dispelled.â
From the outset to the culmination, Andrew had never contemplated investigating Olivia.
Having her by his side was primarily a measure to safeguard her. As long as she remained uninvolved in the cyberprojectâs assault, her association with Lady Verna or any ulterior motives behind her approach to him held little significance.
He thought. âShe could only belong to me! Given that she had provoked me, any hopes of evading consequences were futile!
During this period, Andrew refrained from engaging with Olivia as he aimed to demonstrate to the queen that he was acting with rationality.
In truth, he could have opted not to do so as well.
Yet, for some inexplicable reason, a voice in his mind compelled him to adhere to the queenâs desires.
Whenever he contemplated defying her, he would be afflicted by excruciating headaches.
Andrew remained perplexed by this enigma. âCould it be that I revered and cherished my mother to such an extent that my subconscious mind couldnât defy her wishes?