AXEL SALVATORE ROSSI
“The door is wide open, and she’s not in, Sir.”
My eyes flared up the moment I heard those words, and my ears felt a sharp ringing echoing through them.
I snapped, turning around swiftly with my brows knitted in confusion.
What did she mean?
And where the hell had Olivia gone?
How had she managed to escape?
My eyes darkened with the surge of annoyance that flushed through my veins. I walked briskly, my shoulders brushing the chef’s roughly as I headed straight to Olivia’s room.
The door was wide open, and her bed was perfectly laid— with pillows tucked under the duvet to keep the appearance of a figure laying down in there.
For the next few seconds, my heart flipped over with fear, and my thoughts ruminated.
Olivia had escaped.
My fingers began to fidget, a
