Billionaire and His Scheming Beauty

Chapter 34: Why Are You So Mean to Me?

"I'm not desperate at all. Even Master Lopez was dying to see me. Plus, how many men downstairs have wanted to meet me?"

Olivier's lips thinned in a white line.

"But I am desperate for you," Fleur said with a smile "Come on, don't be angry. I've known you for three days and I've only been coaxing you all this while."

"..."

Olivier's chest thumped as he grit out: "F*ck off!"

Fleur did not.

"Why don't I make you something to eat?" Fleur's bright eyes shone. Her voice scratched at Olivier like a cat's playful paw, or occasionally sharp claws.

......

Olivier closed his eyes and loosened up the moment Fleur left. The tension on his face took a while to fade away.

Maybe it had been a while...having done it once three days ago was clearly not enough, hence why he was so...reactive.

Olivier looked at Master Lopez on the monitor. He was shouting at the camera, mouthing, "I will see her today and none of you can stop me!"

A hint of mockery lingered in his eyes.

Just then: "Ah! Olivier!"

Fleur's cry rang out from the enjoined suite in the office. Olivier rose and went immediately.

Some meat and a chopping board were splayed on the floor. One of Fleur's hands was stained with blood while the other gripped a knife. Olivier took the blade away and placed her hand under the tap's flowing water.

"Ow. That hurts."

"It won't kill you," Olivier said lowly. The moment Fleur's finger left the water, blood gushed out once more.

Whether or not it truly hurt, Fleur acted as if it did. She nudged weakly into his arms. "It hurts," she said.

Olivier pulled her by the hair away from his body, to which Fleur grumbled, "Who does this..."

He walked out. Fleur trailed along.

finger. Olivier had

his lap, "Hurry or the blood might get all

Olivier stared at her.

the trash can beneath Fleur's hand so blood would drip into it

a cold glance, Olivier squeezed

out. Fleur inhaled in

"Olivier..."

doing this on

to bleed me

started cleaning up the wound with a sterilized cotton swab. The squeeze from earlier seemed

anyways. But Fleur did not whine, only leaned against him as he worked.

watched Olivier make quick, painful work of her

all. He had

lifted his shirt and

a long scar, resembling a centipede. Fleur gently blew at

certain stiffness occurred, followed by

"..."

Her eyes were beaming as she looked at

you have a death wish?" Olivier grunted, wrapping her hand

at your scar. I'm

"Get up!"

don't I lie down for a

her finger as if the bone had snapped. Fleur slowly got up as told,

complained, as if

have a reason for me to be nice to

hand away, causing biting pain to ripple through

watch the tape. I'll keep on making some food  for you. Don't leave first, we'll go back

you plan to chop

"I'm learning."

Fleur stood

against the sofa, the heat in his

......

slow. As soon as she returned them to the chopping board, the knife in her hand was snatched

her head straight, Olivier had already

"...You're cooking?"

He washed the vegetables and the knife again,

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