Billionaire and His Scheming Beauty novel Chapter 51

No matter how much one tries to conceal their inner thoughts and desires, it always manages to show in their eyes. Right now Fleur's eyes were shining with the desire to tear Virginie apart.

A chill ran down Virginie's spine. The words "...was for you even before I met you." reminded her of Samuel, though she was not sure why.

Samuel...

Virginie's heart sank. She instinctively turned her head away.

Gloved fingers gripped her chin the next second and forced her to gaze back into Fleur's eyes.

"Behave yourself. Don't text a man at in the middle of the night. Don't repeat your ugly tricks, otherwise you'll get more than just a slap."

Fleur's words rang loud and clear: Don't text men in the middle of the night. Don't repeat your ugly tricks.

Virginie was still thinking about them after Fleur left.

First of all, how would Fleur know she texted Olivier in the middle of the night? Olivier would never tell her. It was either Fleur secretly peeked at his phone, or they were living together.

But that was impossible. Olivier could not possibly be living with another woman.

Secondly, those words: "Don't repeat your ugly tricks." meant there was at least another similar past occurrence which was the same as the current one...

Virginie thought of Samuel again.

If Fleur had known about all the texts Virginie sent Samuel in the past, that meant Fleur was with Samuel, that she was his...

Virginie felt anxious all over again, numbness tingling all over her body, the pain on her face momentarily forgotten.

......

The sports car running along the street had its ceiling down, autumnal wind breezing across Fleur's long flowing locks. Her fragrance wafted out all along the way.

A pair of shades hid her eyes and their depths, only her beautiful face was exposed, leaving an unforgettable sight.

She stopped at a red light.

Fleur rested an arm on the window, then her face on it, silently contemplating.

Gloomy clouds shielded the sun, dimming its rays. Her features dimmed with the lack of light, depicting an extraordinary beauty.

As the light turned yellow, she sat back up and slowly released the brake.

Just then, someone leapt into the front passenger seat, high-spirited and imposing.

He had amorously delicate eyes, full of vigour.

Fleur glanced at him, only for him to beam at her.

She resumed driving.

A minute later:

"Waldo." Her voice was gentle. "If you keep staring at me like this, I'm afraid people will think a scandal is in the works."

"If there is a scandal, I'll prove it true."

"Sure." Fleur smiled lightly. "Let's see if you'd like to be my second spare."

"..."

"Simon was the first, so you're the second." Fleur grinned. "You can introduce more spares to me. I don't mind."

"..."

Waldo tugged at his seatbelt, squinting at Fleur and eyeing her gloved hands. He said tauntingly, "Can't I step in line before Olivier?"

"Nope. He's the principal lover, unmovable whatsoever."

Waldo leaned the seat back and looked at her. She was truly a beautiful woman, even her earlobes were dainty and attractive.

"Why don't we go find your principal lover for lunch? You'll find out how annoying he is once you two get to know each other more."

Olivier was indeed annoying.

Getting so antsy whenever Fleur touched him.

......

Upon arriving at the Moss Hotel, Olivier was not anywhere to be seen. Yves said that he had an appointment at noon.