Billionaire and His Scheming Beauty

When Olivier exited the shower, the cat and Fleur's clothes were nowhere to be found. Fleur sat on the sofa, hugging a pillow with a book in her hands. There was first aid kit in front of her.

It was obvious she was waiting for him to help her with her hand. Olivier went closer and saw the book was written in Russian.

Did she understand?

Olivier sat opposite her, looking at how serious she looked. Her dark hair was still wrapped in a towel, showing her delicate neck which accentuated her beauty even more.

"What does the book say?" Olivier asked.

Without looking up, Fleur flipped a page. "No idea." She took her phone and took a picture of the page before scanning it with a translating software. English text appeared quickly on her screen.

...

"Don't act cultured if you don't understand."

Fleur raised her head and glanced at him, a cunning look flashing in her eyes. "It has some exciting content.

"So you read porn."

Olivier's eyes lit up. "This is one of the famous works of Russian writer Sherman, 'Killer'. The copy in your hands is the very first edition he ever published before his death, which is no longer for sale. The latest edition had been translated into English and was best-selling for a period of time.

"The translation was exquisite to the point where it felt ike you're experiencing the story, especially the s*x scenes, clearly painting the exchange between man and woman, their tides of passion and mellowness, including the quaint touch of feminine shyness."

Fleur listened quietly.

"This translator quickly became famous in Y City." Olivier's eyes grew slightly sharp as he gazed at her intently. "And his name was Samuel Muller."

Olivier's voice was deep and magnetic. His face was bright and clean from just after the shower, muscles apparent from his open bathrobe.

move to touch him. She would never had let go of

close to the male lead and all their interactions. The first s*x scene starts on the 236th page,

back grew numb, though her face remained gentle

about, you said you didn't know which meant you haven't read it before. If you were translating it with your phone, that rules out the possibility of you randomly finding the page and understanding it. So how do you know this book

...

It was extremely quiet.

felt as if she could hear her erratic

with one another. He gazed up at Fleur and said, "The other possibility

and applied some

to hear

her wrist and continued cleaning the scald injury on the back of her

know what the story is about, but I've read scenes like

silently stared

so many versions of it online. I remembered it as soon as I saw the name of the protagonist." Fleur hooked his chin with a cold finger. He raised

and stiff expression. Olivier

flinched from the

"Behave yourself."

faintly, grumbling, "I can't even touch your chin? I thought you were a virgin, all clean and pure. How would you

at his right hand. "It doesn't look like there's any

"Fleur Leroy."

called her full name he was going to

scenes in my head,

Oh.

all, she was 1.7 meters tall. But her hand did appear delicate in Olivier's

kept a thumb on her pulse, continuing, "Back then, Samuel had a lover whom he held dear and always hid from public eye. Not even we have seen her.

looked up at her face. "Even