Billionaire and His Scheming Beauty

Chapter 48: You're That Obsessed with Me?

"And I can still use this motive of yours to manipulate you. Why wouldn't I be glad to be kept in the

dark?"

He resembled a fierce predator right now, fangs bared and dripping with a dangerous, strong aura.

Fleur did not dare make her next move.

Sudden death seemed more worry-free and preferable than if you were told when you would die. The

process leading up to your known death was the most depressing thing one could bear, truly a dark

period in one's life.

It was enough to make people go crazy.

Olivier had already gone to the dining room when Fleur broke out of her deep in thought. She clenched

her jaw while eyeing his back.

This man was really hard to deal with.

......

The rice in the rice cooker was still hot, but the dishes went cold.

Olivier examined the dishes on the table, expression unreadable. Fleur walked over with the first aid kit.

"Aren't you going to help me?"

"Don't you know how to?"

"No."

Olivier glanced at her for a split second then sat down as if for the sake of the dishes. Fleur sat beside

him and passed her hand to him. "Help me with the wound and I'll warm the food up for you."

Olivier said nothing, only examined her wrist in his grasp, his eyes deep yet bright.

Her hands were covered with ointment and clumsily wrapped. The man's face was right in front of hers,

features equally handsome.

She leaned over and kissed him on the forehead. Olivier stopped what he was going, glancing at her.

"That's to reward you." Fleur said, her lips enchantingly red. "For rescuing a damsel in distress, Miss

Lopez."

A curious expression flitted across Olivier's face but disappeared in an instant. "Are you deciding to act

generous now that being angry doesn't work?"

"Yes." Fleur sighed. "What can I do? I wanted you to come back but that happened...You don't even Property of Nô)(velDr(a)ma.Org.

care if I'm angry. I might as well force myself to accept it."

"Are you that upset?"

"At least I'm not vain in acting generous when knowing I was mistreated."

Olivier released her hand and decided to not pursue the topic any further. "Go warm up the food."

Fleur saw how wrapped up her hands were. Warm up the food? She could not even get a glass of

water right now.

She still went to the kitchen though, coming back and forth each time with different dishes in her

bandaged hands. She gave off a clumsy yet pitiful demeanour.

Olivier crossed his arms over his chest, seemingly arrogant. He gazed at Fleur when she came back

out the second time.

This woman...

...was definitely pretending to play the victim. Though her acting was really imperceptible at times.

After getting the last dish into the kitchen, Fleur came back out a minute later, "How does your

microwave work?"

Olivier gave her a cold stare. Tender, snow-white skin, delicate body, did not even know how to use a

microwave. What manner of rich family was she spoiled by?

He got up and went to the kitchen with Fleur trailing behind.

"It's too high-tech. I don't know how to use it. Steaming them in the pot is troublesome."

Olivier pressed a few buttons and the microwave came to life. When he turned to look, Fleur's face was

just about pressed up his back.

"Step back."

She did.

Olivier got a glass of warm water and went back out to the table. His phone vibrated in his pocket. At

this hour, only one person would call him.

Surprise surprise, it really was her.

Olivier unlocked the phone and placed it to his ear.

Neither of them spoke, as if silently communicating with each other. Only their breaths sounded.

Half a minute later, Virginie spoke in a gentle tone, "Did you get home?"

Olivier looked at Lulu who had climbed up onto the dining table. It yawned. Olivier marveled at his first

time seeing a cat yawn.

"Yes." A single syllable.

"Thank you for today."

"Yep." Another word and the call was over. Virginie felt cold all over.

When she got injured, Olivier had brought her to the hospital from the set lounge to have her checked

up.

In the moment Virginie had thought they were still like back then, Olivier doting and taking care of her.

She had also thought he would stay in the hospital for the night with her.

But he left just like that. He even sounded indifferent on the phone call.

Virginie felt like her world had just swayed and fallen into a dark pit, as if it had just collapsed on her.

......

Fleur brought out the dishes one by one, then finally served Olivier some rice and brought him a pair of

chopsticks.

No matter how hard Fleur waved her injured, bandaged hand in front of him, Olivier remained passive.

He ate a bite of vegetables...and paused briefly. You could definitely tell they did not taste good at all.

"...Olivier." Fleur had her chin resting on a hand. "Spit it back out, I dare you."

Olivier did not spit the food out not because of her vague threat, but because he never wasted food. So

long as it was not poison, he would eat it.

He took a drink of water with every mouthful of food until he finally finished half a bowl of rice.

Setting down his chopsticks, he glanced at her indifferently. "It seems I've made another mistake in

asking you to cook, apart from this marriage agreement."

Fleur pouted but said nothing.

"I can't imagine how happy being your lover would be if your cooking tastes like this."

"..."

......

Fleur had Lulu sleep in her bed, meanwhile she got dressed in her sleepwear before heading over to

Olivier's.

There was no one in the room when Fleur entered, though the shower was occupied. Fleur opened the

bathroom door without hesitation, revealing Olivier standing under the water as naked as the day he

was born.

...

Fleur had intentionally wanted to spring this on him, but she got distracted the moment she saw his

handsome features framed by water, the fine lines of his abs, and...

Fleur suddenly realised Olivier had a towel around his waist when she recovered from staring. Water

still dripped off his hair.

She smiled and said steadily, "Can I join you?"

Olivier looked really hot with his muscles and body bare. Even the water droplets on his chest seemed

to cling on, unwilling to let go.

He squinted. "You're that obsessed with me?"

"Mhm." Fleur lifted her hand out to him, her voice echoing in the steamy bathroom. "I can't take a

shower 'cause my hand can't come in contact with water. Can you help me?"

Her incredibly beautiful face coupled with that voice of hers seemed to be specifically used to entice

men.

Olivier's voice was ice cold: "How thick-skinned you are, like you're made out of animal hide."

!!!

He was insulting her!

Olivier grabbed her by her shirt and pushed her out before locking the door shut.

He took a deep breath beneath the warm shower spray. Fleur was getting bolder by the day.