Chapter 459

When William Turner pushed the door open, Olivia Hale was sitting on the sofa sipping coffee. The door moved with a soft creak. She looked up with a relaxed smile and said, “William, Anna’s coffee really hits the spot.” William, born and raised among the elite, could instantly tell it was instant coffee. He glanced toward the adjacent assistant’s office separated by a floor-to-ceiling glass wall. Beyond it, Anna was fully focused on a report, not even sparing a glance their way. He said nothing, carrying the files inside. As he sat down on the leather chair, his eyes accidentally caught sight of that agreement on the table. Then he looked at Olivia—her expression was calm as always, almost serene. A faint sense of guilt flickered in him. They were married, but he still couldn’t bring himself to be close to her. He hadn’t even been generous with money. But at least she wasn’t one to make a fuss. And when a man starts feeling guilty, he naturally wants to make it up somehow—especially wh