Billionaire and His Scheming Beauty novel Chapter 39

"Do I have to see to whoever demands to meet me? Do I sleep with every man who demands to?"

Sleep with every man who demands to?

Olivier narrowed his eyes, as if despising that phrasing.

She leaned into him and said, "I really don't have anyone protecting me. That's why I had to look for one. I didn't have a choice. I didn't want to use you. I know you don't like being exposed, but this was the best idea I had. With you as my safety net, no one will ever mess with me."

Fleur's voice was lyrical and soft.

"Look at me," Olivier ordered.

Fleur sat up and looked at him obediently.

The orange night light outlined her delicate features perfectly. She looked weak, as if she needed to be taken care of.

"Many people have been bullying you?" he asked.

Maybe he really did not know all there was to this...Olivier found his anger greatly reduced.

"Yes." Fleur nodded. Truth be told, she did have many people bully her or with the club. A woman being the owner of a KTV naturally had a bad reputation. Moreover, women were easily bullied in this kind of society.

Only when she stopping revealing herself did the bullying reduce, though more and more people began causing trouble at the club.

"When the club had just opened, people would often harass me whether vocally or physically. I had no choice but to lay low later on."

Fleur turned to face him. "Please don't be angry at me. I'm sorry, I swear I'll never do this to you again."

"That's enough. I'll accept your apology."

"Then, are you still angry with me?"

Olivier shut his eyes. "Get out."

She was just as annoying as her cat!

There was a softness on his lips. When he opened his eyes, her face was right before hers, inching back after stealing a kiss. "Then...can you keep on protecting me?"

"Fleur."

"Hmm?"

"You forced me to protect you. Aren't you 'my woman'?"

"What are you saying? I'm your wife," Fleur said meekly.

Olivier's eyes darkened as if he hated that term.

Fleur naturally realised it and quickly covered it up with a grin. It was bright as a flower blooming. "Thank you, my handsome Master Olivier!"

Her smile was like a young girl's, wide and innocent.

The bloom of it was like a stroke of light in the dark, like an irresistible paw at one's heart, like a feast for the eyes one could not look away from.

As their eyes met, it felt like they were the only ones in the world.

A minute later, Fleur leaned in close and kissed his chin. She made to move upwards but was quickly pulled away by Olivier.

...

His eyes were dark, deep pools.

"Be serious."

Those words sounded teasing for some reason. People really changed easily. The last time Fleur had kissed him on the lips he had almost killed her.

"I am serious. I can't help it if you're too handsome."

"Be quiet!"

Fleur wordlessly tugged at his quilt.

"...You want to sleep here?"

"Yeah." She nodded. "I came all the way here to apologize to you after returning from the police station without even taking a shower because I knew you were angry. I'm sincere about this, so please don't drive me away."

"Go and get me a glass of water," Olivier said abruptly.

"..."