Billionaire and His Scheming Beauty

"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?"

sighed. "What can I do? I wanted you to come back but that happened...You don't even care if I'm

that upset?"

vain in acting generous when knowing I was

and decided to not pursue the topic any further. "Go warm up the

her hands were. Warm up the food? She could

and forth each time with different dishes in her bandaged hands. She gave off a clumsy yet

his chest, seemingly arrogant. He gazed at Fleur

This woman...

play the victim. Though her

getting the last dish into the kitchen, Fleur came back out a

a cold stare. Tender, snow-white skin, delicate body, did not even know how to use a microwave. What manner of rich family

got up and went to the kitchen with

know how to use it. Steaming

came to life. When he turned to look, Fleur's face was

"Step back."

She did.

a glass of warm water and went back out to the table. His phone vibrated in his pocket. At this hour, only one person

it really

and placed it to his

as if silently communicating with each other. Only their breaths

a minute later, Virginie spoke in a

table. It yawned. Olivier marveled at his first

"Yes." A single syllable.

"Thank you for today."

the call was over. Virginie felt cold all

brought her to the hospital from

back then, Olivier doting and taking care of her. She had

He even sounded indifferent on

just swayed and fallen into a dark pit, as if it had just collapsed

......

one, then finally served Olivier

hard Fleur waved her injured, bandaged hand in front of

briefly. You could definitely tell they did not taste

on a hand. "Spit