Billionaire and His Scheming Beauty

At 6.30 AM, Olivier returned to the villa after his morning exercise routine. The sound of utensils clanging and things bumping into one another came from the kitchen. Olivier could easily tell whoever it was was just a beginner in cooking.

Fleur was still in her shower robe, wavy hair tied into a loose bun which revealed her dainty pale neck.

She was carefully frying an egg, flipping it over to its other side. The moment she checked on it with her spatula, yolk splattered outwards.

Nearly half a dozen deflated looking fried eggs sat in the trash bin beside her.

Olivier walked over and said sullenly, "Where's Camille?"

Fleur turned around in surprise, eyes catching on his toned muscles beneath his white sweatshirt.

"Camille is on leave today, so I'll make us breakfast."

The egg burnt as she spoke.

Fleur wrinkled her nose and tossed it in the trash.

"Fleur Leroy!" The two words blew like a frosty wind. "If you can't cook no one's asking you to! Who are you planning to poison with your food?!"

Fleur did not seemingly react to his outburst, merely waved his injured hand around as if to say: "I'm still injured you know. Can you speak softer? Do you really want the neighbours to know you're scolding me? It'll be a joke to them."

Olivier's head throbbed angrily. "Pack up your things and leave!"

He turned around to go.

"Olivier Martinez!" She addressed him sternly.

Olivier stopped in his tracks and turned around. Fleur had her arms crossed around her chest. The robe was loose with no sash in sight, which easily revealed her lack of an...undercarriage.

She sounded angry.

over to Olivier, 170 cm in height yet still much shorter than the man. She had a keen skill

huffed, "I'm not leaving. I will

being pettish or instructive, when

gazed at her face and that determined look in her eyes. He had the urge to

eat every single one you threw away!" He made to leave but turned back to add: "And if you won't wear your underwear, then never wear them again! I'll burn

Olivier stormed upstairs.

curled her lips as he left, thinking how easily this man could be riled up,

......

sugar). Two lopsided eggs sat on Olivier's plate, but none on hers. They each had equal portions of

into a wine-red shirt,

sipping some soy milk. When she licked away the froth on her lips, Olivier remarked how it looked exactly like her cat that was drinking

"I've tasted it. It's not that bad. I didn't waste anymore eggs either. I

had no intention of eating the food. He could tell it would

clueless, bold, coy,

face from hair bun, creating a

thousand faces." She smiled with a full set of teeth. "I bet I have all the faces

narrowed his

which face of mine do you

to make a

man who never gets into complicated affairs. That you've

them. But I don't think you feel that way with me, on the contrary, I think you quite like it when I kiss

quiet. Lulu walked downstairs, its tail flicking in

eyes fell on Fleur's face. He neither corrected her assumptions

asked, "Do

nodded, eyes wide. "I'm

me, you would be willing to give

yours. Tell me

"The Stunning Club."