Billionaire and His Scheming Beauty

Chapter 23: Only Parts of a Story and Kept the Rest Hidden

It was the second time Olivier had slept so close to a woman in his twenty-eight years of life, after

being swaddled by his mother and nanny as a baby. He had been sleeping alone for a long time.

The woman in his arms was sleeping peacefully now, but for him, it was unbearable.

Olivier closed his eyes, feeling restless.

"Mr. Martinez, Miss Leroy met Miss Lopez at the hospital. Miss Leroy said that she was your girlfriend,

and that she was pursuing you. She also said..."

Raoul's words echoed in his ears. "...how you could possibly resist her seduction."

How could you possibly resist my seduction? That sentence was a direct provocation, a challenge.

What's more, if Fleur said that, one could easily imagine the confidence in her tone when she did.

As if she were saying, "No one can resist me."

"I've come to steal your heart. Olivier. I will be the thief of your heart."

Olivier had never met such a woman. Beautiful yet carrying a darkness, loud yet gentle. Fleur had too

many secrets. He wanted to figure out every bit of her, so he tolerated her actions for now.

But even he himself did not know that his interest meant Fleur was something new and different to him,

something he had never encountered before.

Olivier suddenly opened his eyes, an indistinguishable expression flashing within.

Fleur tilted her head to look at him.

Her eyes were clear and bright, but not the least bit innocent. Yet they had an attractiveness to them.

As if they told only parts of a story and kept the rest hidden.

Olivier stayed still in silence, their eyes boring into one another. The temperature gradually increased.

One minute later, He grabbed Fleur's wandering hand.

"What do you think you're doing?"

Her lips were swollen red, trembling gently. This might have seemed a deliberate show by others, but

when she did it it came naturally, as if she were being coy.

"You better behave yourself. My patience is wearing thin," Olivier said coldly.

Fleur stared at him deeply. Olivier's features were beautifully defined as if sculpted. Acting on her

desire, she leaned in to kiss him but was quickly pushed off.

......

Half an hour later, Fleur was still lying on the sofa when Olivier came out from the bathroom. Her

breathing was deep and slow, quilt wrapped around her with only her pale feet showing. She must have

fallen asleep.

Fleur was quite peaceful when she slept, not as irritating like just now.

Olivier looked at her coldly, hands clenching tight around the sofa behind her to the point where his This content © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.

veins throbbed.

It looked like he was about to do something but did not in the end. He left with his clothes in one hand.

......

Fleur had spent a long time sleeping in the mornings and being active at night, hence she could not

sleep well, always staying up after waking.

So she had laid on her stomach for half an hour, only opening her eyes once Olivier left.

She turned over to face the table, her expression calm.

Fleur raised her hand after a moment. Earlier, she was not actually trying to take advantage of him.

She just wanted to touch the scar on his stomach.