That Night My Boss Left Me With Our Three Babies

As the words left Olivia’s mouth, a heavy silence settled in the carriage.

Olivia realized what she had just said and felt a wave of regret, keeping her gaze lowered and remaining silent.

Victor, on the other hand, stared at her profile intently, his emotions veiled and inscrutable.

Was this woman really resisting him? Did she so blatantly want to push him towards Emma?

After a moment, Victor replied coldly, “She has something to attend to and doesn’t plan on leaving for now.”

Olivia clenched the steering wheel in anger.

Did she have an obligation to drive him when Emma couldn’t?

But Victor sat firmly in place, unyielding to whatever she might say.

With no other choice, Olivia started the car again and drove away from the Whitaker mansion.

In the meantime, Emma hastily emerged from the mansion’s entrance and caught a fleeting glance of Victor’s face in the rearview mirror. Instantly, her complexion turned pale, overcome by a wave of emotions.

Observing Olivia’s car moving further away, she quickly got into her own vehicle and followed behind.

After entering the main road, Olivia finally remembered to ask, “Where are you going?”

Victor had indeed worked all day and then accompanied Old Whitaker for dinner. At this moment, he rarely felt a quiet calmness, and fatigue slowly overwhelmed him.

Hearing Olivia’s question, he raised a hand to massage his temple, focusing his thoughts. “To the company. I remember you’re passing by there.”

Olivia furrowed her brow and glanced at him, questioning, “It’s quite late, and you’re still required to work overtime?”

Victor responded in a subdued, lazy tone, unwilling to elaborate.

For some reason, he found himself relaxing in Olivia’s presence.

Seeing that he didn’t intend to provide further explanation, Olivia fell silent and continued driving in silence.

However, the thought of Victor sitting beside her brought countless questions to her mind, uncontrollably flooding her thoughts.

She remembered that when they hadn’t divorced yet, Victor had said that only Emma was eligible to marry him.

But her appearance had hindered their marriage.

This had once been a thorn in Olivia’s heart.

Later, she finally came to terms with it and set this man free.Content rights by NôvelDr//ama.Org.

She thought that once she left, he would immediately marry Emma.

But now, six years had passed, and they still hadn’t settled down.

What had happened in the meantime?

With these thoughts, Olivia subconsciously glanced at Victor beside her, almost unable to resist asking, but she suppressed the urge.

After all, this was their private matter, and she, an outsider, had no right to interfere.

Regardless of what had happened, it couldn’t possibly be because of her.

Victor’s dark eyes narrowed slightly, and his thoughts relaxed, allowing various messy ideas to flood his mind.

Lost in his thoughts, he found himself unsure of his own intentions. Exiting the mansion, he noticed the driver waiting outside. However, inexplicably drawn to Olivia, he spontaneously decided to follow her and joined her in the car.

By the time he realized it, he had locked eyes with Olivia through the car window and naturally got in.

Perhaps it was because he heard her conversation with Old Whitaker at the dining table that Victor felt increasingly restless at the thought of the person beside him marrying another man.

Suddenly, a ringing sound broke the silence in the carriage.

Victor collected his thoughts and glanced at the caller ID, his brows furrowing slightly.

“Sir, when will you be back? Miss Sophia has a slight fever…” Charlotte’s voice sounded anxious.

Victor’s ‘s expression grew serious, and he responded in a deep, resolute voice, “Understood, I’ll come back immediately.”

After ending the call, he turned to Olivia and made a request in a concerned tone, “Could you please drop me off at my estate? Sophia isn’t feeling well, and I need to go back and check on her.”