Her expression remained the same, but secretly the grip Olivier had on her waist was punishingly tight, so tight that it made her want to wince. He really was not in the mood to be careful tonight.
Fleur blinked coyly, saying with a hint of begging in her tone, "I really did come to apologize to you. Please don't be angry."
Ah! She cried in pain internally.
His grip on her waist tightened even further.
Fleur reluctantly leaned back, staring at him with furrowed brows. "Can't you be a little gentler?"
She said with a hint of anger. Olivier's face swiftly changed like that of a thunderstorm, ready to devour anything in its path.
Fleur pursed her lips and stared at him afterwards. A moment later, Olivier lowered his head to kiss her on the lips.
The sudden kiss made the situation spark with a dangerous attraction.
Fleur could not control herself, she wanted to touch him but her hands were caught in a grip.
When she opened her eyes, she gave a suggestive look to Olivier.
"What's wrong? Are you not going to continue? Or should I?" Fleur's eyes flashed with a keen fierceness as she spoke. Olivier badly wished to seize that sharpness, but it was swiftly replaced with Fleur's appeasing charm.
Olivier stared at her expressionlessly.
Finally, Fleur reached into his pocket and got out his buzzing phone. Virginie was calling.
It had been ringing since before they kissed.
She stuffed the phone back into Olivier's pocket, gently skirting her fingers across his chest.
Olivier instantly fell upon her, his aura raging with strong intent.
However, the villa fell into the darkness seconds later from a power outage.
In the dark, Fleur met Olivier's eyes and saw how black they were. There was no carnal desire there. He stared at her like a fierce wolf that only wished to tear at its prey.
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