Billionaire and His Scheming Beauty
Chapter 34: Why Are You So Mean to Me?

"I'm not desperate at all. Even Master Lopez was dying to see me. Plus, how many men downstairs have wanted to meet me?"

Olivier's lips thinned in a white line.

"But I am desperate for you," Fleur said with a smile "Come on, don't be angry. I've known you for three days and I've only been coaxing you all this while."

Olivier's chest thumped as he grit out: "F*ck off!"

Fleur did not.

"Why don't I make you something to eat?" Fleur's bright eyes shone. Her voice scratched at Olivier like a cat's playful paw, or occasionally sharp claws.

Olivier closed his eyes and loosened up the moment Fleur left. The tension on his face took a while to fade away.

Maybe it had been a while...having done it once three days ago was clearly not enough, hence why he was so...reactive.

Olivier looked at Master Lopez on the monitor. He was shouting at the camera, mouthing, "I will see her today and none of you can stop me!"

A hint of mockery lingered in his eyes.

Just then: "Ah! Olivier!"

Fleur's cry rang out from the enjoined suite in the office. Olivier rose and went immediately.

Some meat and a chopping board were splayed on the floor. One of Fleur's hands was stained with blood while the other gripped a knife. Olivier took the blade away and placed her hand under the tap's flowing water.

"Ow. That hurts."

"It won't kill you," Olivier said lowly. The moment Fleur's finger left the water, blood gushed out once more.

Whether or not it truly hurt, Fleur acted as if it did. She nudged weakly into his arms. "It hurts," she said.

Olivier pulled her by the hair away from his body, to which Fleur grumbled, "Who does this..."

He walked out. Fleur trailed along.

Blood was still oozing from her finger. Olivier had already sat down and continued watching the surveillance footage. Fleur placed a first aid kit and her bleeding hand on his lap, "Hurry or the blood might get all over your pants."

Olivier stared at her.

Gritting his teeth, he opened the kit and positioned the trash can beneath Fleur's hand so blood would drip into it instead.

With a cold glance, Olivier squeezed her finger.

Blood gushed out. Fleur inhaled in pain.

"Olivier..."

"Are you doing this on purpose?"

"Are you...trying to bleed me to death?"

Olivier answered to none. He started cleaning up the wound with a sterilized cotton swab. The squeeze from earlier seemed to be done to punish her.

It really did hurt. Olivier was not the most gentle man anyways. But Fleur did not whine, only leaned against him as he worked. After a while she ducked her head down and laid her head in his lap. She quietly watched Olivier make quick, painful work of her finger.

This man really did not like her at all. He had no patience, no temperance, and was not gentlemanly at all.

Fleur turned her head away in pain. She lifted his shirt and buried her face beneath it, watching the scar on his abdomen.

It was a long scar, resembling a centipede. Fleur gently blew at it.

A certain stiffness occurred, followed by a subtle...reaction.

Fleur was quickly tugged away. Her eyes were beaming as she looked at him.

"Do you have a death wish?" Olivier grunted, wrapping her hand up with gauze.

"I'm just looking at your scar. I'm concerned about you."

"Get up!"

"Why don't I lie down for a while..."

Pain shot through her finger as if the bone had snapped. Fleur slowly got up as told, only then did Olivier finish packing up the wound.

"Why are you so mean to me?" She complained, as if they had known one another for years.

"Do you have a reason for me to be nice to you?"

Olivier tossed her hand away, causing biting pain to ripple through her finger.

"You stay here and watch the tape. I'll keep on making some food for you. Don't leave first, we'll go back together later."

"Do you plan to chop your hand off?"

"I'm learning."

Olivier clenched his teeth but said nothing. Fleur stood up and left for the en-suite.

He could not pay attention to the video anymore. Leaning against the sofa, the heat in his abdomen slowly spread like wildfire into his entire body.

Fleur washed the meat and vegetables with one hand, movements slow. As soon as she returned them to the chopping board, the knife in her hand was snatched away. Before she even turned her head straight, Olivier had already barked: "Get out."

"... You're cooking?"

He pulled his sleeves up without a word, revealing his chiseled, muscular arms. He washed the vegetables and the knife again, then set to cutting them up.

You could tell Olivier had done this before, though his movements were not as smooth.

The muscles on his back straightened up while he cut the vegetables.

Fleur hugged him from behind but was quickly pushed away.

Fleur then tried to hold on to his arm to which Olivier raised the knife and said, "You still want to spill some blood?"

"...Can I kiss you then?" Fleur rose on her toes, lips pouting.

"Get lost."

She puckered her lips. Olivier looked at the enticing movement. "Keep this up and you won't even get a drink of water tonight."

"Can I make my third request? Kiss me." Having that piece of paper around was awesome!

Olivier's eyes darkened. "I'll revoke the paper. You won't be able to make any future requests."

"Don't revoke it. I'll kiss you and it doesn't have to be in the requirements. You just stay still, don't move."

Olivier immediately set the blade down and made to leave. Fleur immediately held onto him.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry! I won't harass you again. Keep on cooking, I'm hungry." Her soft voice made her sound spoiled.

Olivier's pitch-black eyes looked into hers. She grinned for a moment, eyes bright and cheerful.

He roared, "Get out!"

Fleur went to her office while Olivier made their meal. The surveillance monitor depicted Master Lopez picking up a stool and smashing it into the bar counter, glass splintering and scattering everywhere. Fleur calmly took a sip of water. When she looked up again, Master Lopez had been pinned to the ground.

Her lips curled at the corners. If she had known this was Virginie's brother, she would have given orders to beat him up harder.

Having the Lopez family plotting against her would be tricky to handle. Fleur wondered just how they planned to take her down, and deal with her nightclub.

Things would have been easier if not for Olivier. Because it was Master Lopez who started the trouble, Thierry would be locked up for a couple days at the maximum.

But Olivier had added fuel to the fire, and even given her identity away. The Lopez family would seize the opportunity to bite into her without hesitation.

Olivier...

Fleur propped her head on a hand. This man was really irritating!☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐

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