André's POV

When I returned home from my meeting, I realised that the mansion felt cold and solemn. I hadn't seen Olivia. I asked one of the maids where she was, but they told me that she hadn't left my room all day.

I was worried, and soon, I began to feel a terrible sinking feeling in my heart--something was wrong with Olivia.

I dashed up the stairs to our room, and when I opened the door, Olivia was curled on the bed, sobbing loudly into a pillow.

I closed the door softly behind me ...