Billionaire and His Scheming Beauty novel Chapter 30

Olivier was probably jealous, Fleur thought. Even if Samuel and Simon were different people with different personality, they still shared the same face.

Virginie was more or less still attached. Fleur glanced at Olivier's cold, steely expression from the front passenger seat. With one hand on the wheel, face illuminated by the sunlight, his handsome features were quite surreal.

The traffic light in front of them was almost red, but Olivier only stepped on the pedal. The car roared forward.

Fleur stayed in silence.

She fumbled for the safety cushion in her seat, worried Olivier would speed on the road later. But he did not.

The car stopped at the next traffic light.

He did not look so tense anymore, no longer angry. Fleur carefully reached out and wound her hand around a pinky of his. "Are...are you hungry?"

Her question really did not fit the atmosphere.

Olivier tugged away her hand. He wiped at her finger with a tissue, as if Fleur had dirtied them.

"Why were you with Simon today?" His voice was cold and sharp.

"He suspects I killed his brother."

"Did you?"

"Are you doubting the police force? If I killed him would I still be here?"

Olivier turned to face her.

The dusk light carried a tinge of romance. Fleur's momentary attraction to the golden light reflecting off his eyes made her miss the emotion in them.

Olivier glanced at her arm, at the hidden red rose underneath.

"Then why are you so hostile to Virginie? Is it just because of me?"

Fleur's hostility towards Virginie was evident since the first time at the night club. Olivier had a strong feeling that this hostility was not just because of him.

"Can't it be just because of you?"

"It can be, but that's not enough."

Olivier skimmed his cold fingertips around her eyes, pressing into her skin.

"It is enough." Fleur sighed, voice carrying a hint of mocking. "She has had so much attention, being as beautiful as Odette herself, being so loved by so many people."

"Don't you know how many enemies Virginie has? How many people hate and envy her?" Fleur tilted her head, looking at Olivier's side profile. "I heard she was a drama student, made a movie after graduating and easily won an award. She had someone decent like Samuel Muller in her sights, and with someone like you adoring her. She's like Mary Sue-incarnate. As a woman, I can't help being jealous."

Olivier looked at her thoughtfully, saying nothing.