Female NovelIt had been so many days.
If any proof could be found, Ethan would have given up.
But nothing was found.
He couldn't even find the necklace he had given her.
Whoever took her didn't leave any evidence behind.
They were clearly well-prepared.
But who could it be? He looked at the stars in the sky and muttered, "New Year's is just around thecorner." Willow had her arms by her side as she swayed her feet in mid-air.
She nodded.
They were supposed to celebrate New Year together.
Where was Olivia? As the New Year drew closer, Olivia became busier.
A few days ago, she asked for some ribbons.
She started to prepare decorations.
Then, she decorated the house.
Even if she was alone, she wanted to create the atmosphere of a festival.
Even the guards watching over her helped her hang the decorations all over the island.
It looked very beautiful.
Wayne arrived at the island on New Year's Eve.
He smelled something very nice when he arrived.
He knew that Olivia planned to bake cookies for the night.
Some of the ingredients were flown over, while others were grown in the yard.
Although the housekeepers wouldn't talk to her, they would still help out.
Olivia made a lot of cookies.
She made enough for everyone on the island.
After all, they were also stuck on the island for New Year's, and it was quite sad.
There was some flour on Olivia's face while she was baking in the kitchen.
She got it on her face while she was preparing the dough.
She had rolled up her sleeves as she worked quickly and nimbly.
She didn't look like a rich heiress at all.
Wayne finally understood why Ethan liked her so much.
She was a perfect woman who could do everything.
She could pull off cold and elegant, but she could also be warm and gentle.
The sight of her wearing an apron and working in the kitchen warmed Wayne's heart.
If she was his wife, he would never hurt her.
He would be willing to wait three years, or even ten years, for her.
Olivia saw him at the door.
She looked at him calmly and said, "Wash your hands.
The cookies will be ready soon." Alan rarely had time to relax.
He nudged Ike.
"Ike, I think this is the first time we're eating cookies for the New Year." novelbin There was a mix ofseveral different races living in Raka, so they didn't have the tradition of eating cookies during the NewYear like Arlandia.novelbin
Some people ate cookies, some drank wine, and some didn't even celebrate New Year.
Ike looked at him coldly.
"Have you never eaten cookies before? Why are you acting like a hungry pig?" "Ike, I was just saying.
You don't have to be so rude." "Is she even that special? How is she able to charm Mr.
Maxwell so much?" "Skilled doctors aren't necessarily pretty.
Pretty and skilled doctors might not know how to cook." Ike grunted.
"That's so shallow." "Then don't eat any of the cookies!" "Ike, if you're not having any, I'll be eatingthem." "Pathetic!" Ike sneered.
He was about to insult the cookies when one was stuffed into his mouth.
"It's not that good." He took a bite.
"Give me another."