Billionaire and His Scheming Beauty

When Olivier finished his shower, Fleur was already in a black nightgown, sitting on his bed with a pillow in her arms, giving a gentle and quiet demeanour at first glance.

Olivier went straight past her to the balcony and lit a cigarette. He felt the woman's soft weight leaning into his back two minutes later.

He flicked away some ash, glancing down at the bandaged hand wrapped around his waist. The exposed skin was deathly pale.

Olivier did not say a word.

Still hugging him, Fleur shifted around so she was against his chest, clinging onto him as if she were boneless and could only rely on Olivier's body for support.

"Bathe me, please." She said quietly.

"If you can't bathe yourself then don't. Go sleep on the sofa."

"I was injured because of you." Fleur raised her neck so her chin rested against his chest. "I want to sleep in your bed with you."

The night already brought a seductive wave. Now with Fleur clinging against him with her skin bare beneath the thin strap of her gown, it added even more seduction to the air.

Olivier lowered his head, eyes deep whirlpools of emotion. "Don't play coy with me."

Fleur's lips closed and then loosened with a wet pop. Olivier's brows furrowed.

"Go take a bath, otherwise don't even think of coming into bed. Find a way to wash yourself, I won't."

He grabbed onto her waist intending to push her away, but realised how soft and delicate she felt, just clad in her thin sleepwear. It felt as if he could break her with the lightest touch.

Fleur smiled brightly at him, deliberately pressing into his palm. "Olivier."

Olivier did not respond, only gazed at her steadily.

"One day I'll make it so you'll want only me."

No expression flitted across Olivier's face. He murmured after a few seconds: "Just like you want only me right now?"

"That's right."

"So before that happens, can you at least not get me irritated at you?"

"..."

nor do I like to

would have been long gone, far far away from him with not a

Well then.

body, reluctantly moving away. "Meanie," She mumbled, then went back

time Olivier raised his hand, the cigarette had already burnt his finger. It had already

into

stars against the night sky. His expression hardened, deep

make it so you'll

......

from the shower. The injuries on her hands had only gotten more inflamed after coming into contact

through his phone. Fleur sat down beside him, giving him her hand. "Help

fingers slender and well-proportioned, nails rounded, skin delicate. You could instantly tell she

sister if that was so? Did

"You'll annoy me to death if I don't help you, won't

whining cause of the pain. Even if I don't get any sleep,

As if he

placed his phone down and bandaged her

...

"Put it away."

tucked the medicine kit back onto the shelf and got into the bed, diving under the

snuggled close to him and pulled the quilt up over their heads. Their

to

her gauze-wrapped hand cupping his face. "You're an old virgin who only just had a taste

distance, Fleur's eyes shone bright

against his. Olivier took her hand away from his face and pinched her cheeks with two fingers, making her

can

...

was a good a hint as

and go to sleep, or I'll find a way

stared at him momentarily then laid her head against his shoulder, feeling his heartbeat

"Oli..."

She was