Billionaire and His Scheming Beauty novel Chapter 49

When Olivier finished his shower, Fleur was already in a black nightgown, sitting on his bed with a pillow in her arms, giving a gentle and quiet demeanour at first glance.

Olivier went straight past her to the balcony and lit a cigarette. He felt the woman's soft weight leaning into his back two minutes later.

He flicked away some ash, glancing down at the bandaged hand wrapped around his waist. The exposed skin was deathly pale.

Olivier did not say a word.

Still hugging him, Fleur shifted around so she was against his chest, clinging onto him as if she were boneless and could only rely on Olivier's body for support.

"Bathe me, please." She said quietly.

"If you can't bathe yourself then don't. Go sleep on the sofa."

"I was injured because of you." Fleur raised her neck so her chin rested against his chest. "I want to sleep in your bed with you."

The night already brought a seductive wave. Now with Fleur clinging against him with her skin bare beneath the thin strap of her gown, it added even more seduction to the air.

Olivier lowered his head, eyes deep whirlpools of emotion. "Don't play coy with me."

Fleur's lips closed and then loosened with a wet pop. Olivier's brows furrowed.

"Go take a bath, otherwise don't even think of coming into bed. Find a way to wash yourself, I won't."

He grabbed onto her waist intending to push her away, but realised how soft and delicate she felt, just clad in her thin sleepwear. It felt as if he could break her with the lightest touch.

Fleur smiled brightly at him, deliberately pressing into his palm. "Olivier."

Olivier did not respond, only gazed at her steadily.

"One day I'll make it so you'll want only me."

No expression flitted across Olivier's face. He murmured after a few seconds: "Just like you want only me right now?"

"That's right."

"So before that happens, can you at least not get me irritated at you?"

"..."

"I don't like using force against women, nor do I like to loose my temper."

In other words, if it was not for his upbringing, she would have been long gone, far far away from him with not a single chance to come close.

Well then.

Fleur pursed her lips and loosened her arms from his body, reluctantly moving away. "Meanie," She mumbled, then went back into the bathroom.

By the time Olivier raised his hand, the cigarette had already burnt his finger. It had already burnt out when Fleur came to annoy him.

He tossed the cigarette butt into the trash can, his finger stinging.

He gazed at the city in the distance, lights like stars against the night sky. His expression hardened, deep and thoughtful, hard to decipher.

"One day I'll make it so you'll want only me."

......

Fleur's hand was no longer bandaged after she came out from the shower. The injuries on her hands had only gotten more inflamed after coming into contact with water, especially the cut on her finger.

Olivier was sitting on the bed scrolling through his phone. Fleur sat down beside him, giving him her hand. "Help me."

Her hands were beautiful, fingers slender and well-proportioned, nails rounded, skin delicate. You could instantly tell she had never did a rough day's work in her life.

How could there only have been her and her sister if that was so? Did her sister do all the housework?

Olivier's glanced at her, eyes imperceptible. "You'll annoy me to death if I don't help you, won't you?"

"No I won't. I'll only keep on whining cause of the pain. Even if I don't get any sleep, I still won't disturb you from your sleep."

Olivier snorted. As if he believed her!

In the middle of the night, Fleur was shocked awake by a bright light. Her bleary eyes found Olivier's phone on the nightstand and saw a text from Virginie.

"Olivier, are you asleep? I can't sleep."

It was three o'clock in the morning.

Fleur deleted the text message, put the phone down, and went back to sleep. She could not feel anyone beneath her, so she turned around... and saw Olivier all across the bed. The bed was so big, there was at least space of five people between them.

Fleur glared at him then clambered over to pull at his arm. Olivier woke up as if from a dream and said sharply with an icy gaze, "What?!"

"Hold me." She really was cold, with half her body exposed to the night air previously. Fleur grabbed his arm and placed it on her waist.

Olivier's breathed harshly, tugging at her hair, and in the process her closer, after a moment. "You're never going to stop, are you!"

Such a tug had her skin-close with him, as if they were holding one another closer.

...If only Olivier did it willingly.

......

This was the first night she was sleeping in the same bed with Olivier. At least, their bodies were very close, if they were not holding one another to sleep.

Olivier's arm was numb when he woke up in the morning.

Fleur was sleeping soundly against his arm. Perhaps because of their shared warmth, her face was as red as if she were blushing, giving off a more heart-racing effect than usual.

As if a just-blossomed cherry blossom, enticingly delicate.

Fleur's arms and legs were hooked around his body. Not exactly an attractive posture.

He withdrew his numb arm, causing one of her shoulder straps to slip down, revealing tender white skin.

Just like that, heat rushed and swelled in Olivier.

The man instantly went for the bathroom, dosing himself in ice cold water.