Billionaire and His Scheming Beauty
Chapter 5: I Don't Have Time to be Mad at You Everyday
It was not even eight in the morning.
Raoul had already come to pick her up. Fleur did not pack much, just some carry-ons, a suitcase, and her cat.
"Miss Leroy," Raoul greeted her respectfully.
"Hm." She replied, tucking her belongings then herself into the car. The car was driven to Oriental City.
Olivier was not at the villa when they arrived, only a matronly woman cleaning up the place remained. Her expression grew bewildered when she saw Fleur. Perhaps she did not expect a woman to have moved into this place.
Raoul introduced Fleur to the woman. "This is Fleur. Mr Martinez's..." He pondered the choice of words for a moment then said, "...girlfriend. Please take good care of her."
Girlfriend. Not wife. Olivier probably arranged for that as well.
The matronly woman, Camille, nodded. She looked Fleur from head to toe, silently marvelling at her extraordinary beauty.
"Good morning, Miss Leroy."
Fleur only managed to nod before Raoul spoke again, "I'm going to bring Miss Leroy to the hospital later. Camille, please clean up her room, and take care of her cat."
Fleur did not ask why they were going to the hospital.
......
at the hospital when they reached. He wore a white shirt today, which only served to emphasise his cold,
he glanced briefly at Fleur before saying.
the only ones in the hospital elevator. Fleur grew distracted, watching their
phone did not carry the indifference it did when he
busy up to noon, too. I'm afraid
tender, his voice definitely carried a patient gentleness. "It must be a woman on the other end,"
Olivier had someone he loved. This woman must be her. But if he signed the marriage papers with Fleur instead of his lover, the underlying situation
the time," Olivier said gently, catching
he said, "Alright, I have to finish some things right now. I'll talk to
the elevator door opened.
I would be upset with you all the time?' There was an element of
......
Olivier knocked on Ward 818. A matron came out and
bowed. "Aunt Manon,
with white hair laid on the bed with a
Olivier's voice softened upon greeting
old lady lifted her eyelids and snorted upon seeing him. Olivier lowered his head to
looked towards
eyes were sharp and spirited
"Explain the situation to her. I'm going to take
"Yes, Young Master."