Spencer persuaded him, âMr. Nolan, please calm down. Otherwise, your injury will only get worse!â
Lucas remained silent and had a pained expression.
He pursed his thin lips and clenched his teeth.
He stared intently at Ashlyn, who was on the balcony.
When he saw Jared pick her up and leave, he felt a wrench in his heart. The man beside her now should have been me!
He took a deep breath and flung himself onto his bed.
He sent Ashlyn a WhatsApp message: Honey, whatâre you doing? Iâve recently headed to Maredania for a business tripâ¦
After sending the self-deluding message, he closed his eyes and endured the pain in his heartâ¦
At the Fraser Residence.
Lochlan returned to the empty villa that was once filled with the laughter of a young girl.
She had disappeared for a few days.
No matter how much he searched, he could not find a trace of her.
He started pacing around the room in a state of panic.
He took a seat in Charlotteâs room and stared at the photograph on the table. Her bashful smile looked like a flower about to bloom.
He caressed the photo and mumbled, âLottie, just where on earth are you?â
No matter how many resources Lochlan devoted into looking for Charlotte, he was unable to find her.
He slumped onto the sofa dejectedly and felt a strange sense of emptiness in his chest.
Before he realized, he had fallen asleep.
In his drowsy state, there seemed to be someone in front of him putting a blanket over him gently.
He opened his eyes and stared at the beautiful face in front of him blankly. He held her hand and exclaimed, âLottie, youâre back!â
Oliviaâs expression darkened and her hand that was in the middle of placing the blanket over him froze.
She snapped, âItâs me.â
Thatâs the voice of a mature woman. Sheâs not Lottie?
Lochlan jumped in his seat and squinted at the woman in front of her. It was his matchmaking partner from a few days back, Olivia.
Olivia was in a red one-piece dress that highlighted her figure and wore light makeup on her beautiful face. She looked like a typical, refined socialite.
Lochlan let go of her embarrassedly and rubbed his temples, âWhy are you here?â
Olivia suppressed her anger and took a seat beside him. She explained, âI heard that your foster daughter was missing, so I came to take a look.â
âThanks for your concern,â Lochlan replied flatly.
Olivia was not young either. She was twenty-eight then, two years younger than Lochlan.
She extended a fair hand and placed it on Lochlanâs. She declared, âMr. Fraser, Iâm interested in you.
Why donât we try dating?â
âMs. Warhol, I believe Iâve told you this before, but I already have someone else in mind,â Lochlan declined. His head hurt. This woman mustâve come on my motherâs orders. Thatâs probably how she got my address as well.
Olivia reacted as though he had just told a joke and chuckled, âSo what? As long as youâre not married, I still have a chance. Even if you are, thereâs still the possibility of divorce! So what if you love someone else?â
She clutched Lochlanâs hand tightly and placed it on her thigh. She enquired coquettishly, âYouâre already thirty. Donât you want to do it?â
Her eyes were filled with a seductive charm as she held Lochlanâs hand tightly.
Lochlan had not expected the woman to act so boldly during their second meeting.
He retracted his hand and got up, âMs. Warhol, please keep your hands to yourself. A woman must learn to love herself before she can be loved.â
He added impatiently, âIâm busy. Ms. Warhol, the exit is this way.â
He then strode outside without giving Olivia a chance to reply.