Billionaire and His Scheming Beauty

Her expression remained the same, but secretly the grip Olivier had on her waist was punishingly tight, so tight that it made her want to wince. He really was not in the mood to be careful tonight. Fleur blinked coyly, saying with a hint of begging in her tone, "I really did come to apologize to you. Please don't be angry."

Ah! She cried in pain internally.

His grip on her waist tightened even further.

Fleur reluctantly leaned back, staring at him with furrowed brows. "Can't you be a little gentler?"

She said with a hint of anger. Olivier's face swiftly changed like that of a thunderstorm, ready to devour anything in its path.

Fleur pursed her lips and stared at him afterwards. A moment later, Olivier lowered his head to kiss her on the lips.

The sudden kiss made the situation spark with a dangerous attraction.

Fleur could not control herself, she wanted to touch him but her hands were caught in a grip.

When she opened her eyes, she gave a suggestive look to Olivier.

"What's wrong? Are you not going to continue? Or should I?" Fleur's eyes flashed with a keen fierceness as she spoke. Olivier badly wished to seize that sharpness, but it was swiftly replaced with Fleur's appeasing charm.

Olivier stared at her expressionlessly.

Finally, Fleur reached into his pocket and got out his buzzing phone. Virginie was calling.

It had been ringing since before they kissed.

She stuffed the phone back into Olivier's pocket, gently skirting her fingers across his chest.

Olivier instantly fell upon her, his aura raging with strong intent.

However, the villa fell into the darkness seconds later from a power outage.

In the dark, Fleur met Olivier's eyes and saw how black they were. There was no carnal desire there. He stared at her like a fierce wolf that only wished to tear at its prey. Fleur's heart skipped a beat. Olivier...was really angry.

"You want it that bad?"

Fleur pouted. "Mhm." Her soft, mewling voice lit the fires in Olivier's eyes.

She was panting with excitement.

"What did I say? There won't be anything else in this arrangement besides what we agreed on! Go fantasize somewhere else!"

Only after chain-smoking five cigarettes on the balcony did his anger roused by that woman finally begin to cease.

The billowy grey smoke from his exhale was quickly washed out by the dark night.

Olivier stood tall in the night wind, the night shading his dark eyes.

His phone rang again.

This was the first text message he received after not picking up two calls.

Virginie's text wrote, "Olivier, have you gone to bed? You're angry with me aren't you? I'm really sorry. Please let me make it up to you with lunch tomorrow, if you're free?"

Fleur Leroy did not sleep well at all throughout the night due to the soreness in her waist. She knew clearly if Virginie had not called Olivier would not have treated her that way.

First with Master Olivier's proposal being refused was embarrassing enough, and now that person who refused him kept on harassing him.

It was strange how Olivier did not even look at his phone to know Virginie was the one calling him. He must have received many late night calls from her.

Olivier was gone early in the morning the next day. Fleur's waist hurt so much, she had Thierry send her to the hospital

Her waist had grew swollen. After applying medication and whatnot, it was already eleven by the time she left the hospital. Just then, Fleur saw Virginie Lopez herself leaving the hospital, with Olivier's personal driver Raoul fetching her.☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐