Billionaire and His Scheming Beauty novel Chapter 34

"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.