Billionaire and His Scheming Beauty novel Chapter 53

Tough luck, he was facing in their direction, witnessing the 'curious' situation they were in.

"..."

Simon let go of her face and calmly strode towards Olivier.

"What a coincidence," Simon began. "I thought you didn't like hanging around here?"

Olivier's eyes were unfathomable, seemingly angry yet seemingly not. He glanced at Fleur behind Simon.

"I remember that you hate it either," he said.

"That's why I said coincidence."

"I want to talk to her. Care to leave, Young Master Muller?"

"I want to talk to her too."

Olivier silently gazed at Fleur, soundlessly saying: Come here.

Fleur immediately went to him, hooking her arms around his waist and leaning into his chest. She eyed Simon and gave a sly wink.

Simon had a bad feeling about this.

"See, I told you I wasn't lying last time. He's touched me again!"

...

Olivier lowered his gaze, eyes deep and foreboding.

"I swear I didn't touch him!" Fleur tiptoed, nose almost brushing against Olivier's chin. Her femininity seemed to readily respond to his masculinity.

"Go in," Olivier said indifferently. He was unmoving, hands in his pocket until now.

"I'll wait for you inside then."

"Mm."

Fleur pouted. Olivier was still steely indifferent. She huffed in mild fuss and entered her office.

Only the two men were left in the quiet hallway. Their masculine aura seemed to quickly fill up space as they stared at each other.

Their silent confrontation grew intense in seconds.

Neither spoke, only their eyes met, flashing with indiscernible emotion.

A minute later, Simon said, "You've only known each other for five days, yet you're already that...familiar with her?"

"Simon." Olivier's voice was tinged with the steel of a knife. "I told you to leave her alone."

"Master Olivier." Though Simon smiled, his eyes were equally steely. "If you forget about Virginie and marry her, I would never try my luck again. I wouldn't flirt with my friend's wife."

Only silence responded.

It stretched long in the corridor.

Though the lights lit the hallway up brightly, Olivier's expression was shady, unfathomably dark.

Simon smiled.

Olivier would not abandon a woman he'd taken care of for so long in such short notice.

......

When Fleur came out of the bathroom, Olivier was already at the meeting desk.

Only his lean, strong back was visible, clothed with his white shirt and outlining the fine lines of his body.

In order for Olivier to not hear her, Fleur took off her heels and tiptoed along the office rug. She leapt forward just before touching his back.

Pressed against his sturdy back, her hands went to his belt at his waist and unbuckled the strap.