Billionaire and His Scheming Beauty novel Chapter 55

"My face."

"So..." There was no emotion in Olivier's voice. "What shameful thing did you do that made she hit you?"

Virginie was so close to screaming at him, asking if he had truly fallen in love with Fleur and whether they were living together.

She had almost asked out, but stopped at the second thought. After all, she was raised as a pampered heiress. She screwed up all her courage coming here at the risk of being humiliated by Fleur, but he...

Olivier humiliated her instead.

In an instant, tears gathered in her eyes, reflecting the night.

"Olivier." Virginie sounded like she was crying, but she wasn't. Her vision was blurred with tears but she knew she couldn't cry. Fleur was still watching them in the car.

So she could never cry.

"So I deserve to be hit." Virginie tried hard to hold back her tears. "Fine, Take care of her! I'll stay away from now on!"

Turning around, Virginie went into her car with a slam of the door. Olivier heard the engine roar from where he stood as the car flew past him, only centimetres away from his feet.

Fleur could not hear anything what was going on due to the car's soundproof system. But given Virginie's big reaction, she could guess what had happened.

Fleur smiled mockingly.

Virginie really was something, getting upset that easily with Olivier. This was the second time she had lost her temper with him. Even Fleur did not dare to take that risk.

......

The weather was getting colder. The roadside scenery grew gloomy and blue. The silence in the car made outside seem lonelier than ever.

Half an hour later, the Maybach stopped in the Night Villa's garage. It was very dark. Fleur had no idea where the light switch was. She noticed Olivier had yet to exit the car some time.

She slowly retreated her steps while feeling for the car. Just when her hand touched the driver's side of the door, it opened quickly, hitting her head.

Stars flashed in her vision. Olivier hurriedly grabbed her and steadied her against the door. "Are you dumb?"

"...Insult me again." Fleur grumbled, reaching out to hold onto his shirt, but her hand was instantly flung off. Olivier immediately turned to leave but Fleur caught up with him swiftly.

"Do you have no garage lights?"

"Stand properly!" Olivier bellowed.

Fleur stood up straight and said, "I'm not letting you make a fool of me by stumbling my way into the house in the dark. You're leading me back in."

Olivier lowered his gaze.

Only his pupils shone cold and deep. There was an undecipherable, complicated emotion in there that even Fleur did not understand. It was only much later that Olivier told her it was resignation.

He did not know what to do with her. She was bold, very good at pestering, triggering others, and always spouting all that lovey-dovey nonsense. Whether or not he was in the mood for it, she insisted to be heard.

Women were naturally weaker than men. No righteous man would impose on a woman.

......

She held onto his arm all the way to the living room. With the lights still off, Olivier shrugged her away and went upstairs to the study.

Dark nights like these were easy for restrained emotions to be vented out. He lit a cigarette, tasting smoke in his mouth. His face grew colder by the second in this dark space.

An hour later he exited the study and went to his room.

Fleur was packing her clothes while wearing her seductive sleepwear. She tucked all her clothes into Olivier's wardrobe while her fat cat sat on the quilt, watching her walk to and fro.

The muscles in Olivier's neck throbbed violently. He walked over and grabbed Fleur's shoulder. "Are you planning to turn my bedroom into yours?"