Chapter 48:You''re That Obsessed with Me?
"And I can still use this motive of yours to manipte you. Why wouldn''t I be d to be kept in the
dark?"
He resembled a fierce predator right now, fangs bared and dripping with a dangerous, strong aura.
Fleur did not dare make her next move.
Sudden death seemed more worry-free and preferable than if you were told when you would die. The
process leading up to your known death was the most depressing thing one could bear, truly a dark
period in one''s life.
It was enough to make people go crazy.
Olivier had already gone to the dining room when Fleur broke out of her deep in thought. She clenched
her jaw while eyeing his back.
This man was really hard to deal with.
......
The rice in the rice cooker was still hot, but the dishes went cold.
Olivier examined the dishes on the table, expression unreadable. Fleur walked over with the first aid kit.
"Aren''t you going to help me?"
"Don''t you know how to?"
"No."
Olivier nced at her for a split second then sat down as if for the sake of the dishes. Fleur sat beside
him and passed her hand to him. "Help me with the wound and I''ll warm the food up for you."
Olivier said nothing, only examined her wrist in his grasp, his eyes deep yet bright.
Her hands were covered with ointment and clumsily wrapped. The man''s face was right in front of hers,
features equally handsome.
She leaned over and kissed him on the forehead. Olivier stopped what he was going, ncing at her.
"That''s to reward you." Fleur said, her lips enchantingly red. "For rescuing a damsel in distress, Miss
Lopez."
A curious expression flitted across Olivier''s face but disappeared in an instant. "Are you deciding to act
generous now that being angry doesn''t work?"
"Yes." Fleur sighed. "What can I do? I wanted you toe back but that happened...You don''t even
care if I''m angry. I might as well force myself to ept it."
"Are you that upset?"
"At least I''m not vain in acting generous when knowing I was mistreated."
Olivier released her hand and decided to not pursue the topic any further. "Go warm up the food."
Fleur saw how wrapped up her hands were. Warm up the food? She could not even get a ss of
water right now.
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She still went to the kitchen though,ing back and forth each time with different dishes in her
bandaged hands. She gave off a clumsy yet pitiful demeanour.
Olivier crossed his arms over his chest, seemingly arrogant. He gazed at Fleur when she came back
out the second time.
This woman...
...was definitely pretending to y the victim. Though her acting was really imperceptible at times.
After getting thest dish into the kitchen, Fleur came back out a minuteter, "How does your
microwave work?"
Olivier gave her a cold stare. Tender, snow-white skin, delicate body, did not even know how to use a
microwave. What manner of rich family was she spoiled by?
He got up and went to the kitchen with Fleur trailing behind.
"It''s too high-tech. I don''t know how to use it. Steaming them in the pot is troublesome."
Olivier pressed a few buttons and the microwave came to life. When he turned to look, Fleur''s face was
just about pressed up his back.
"Step back."
She did.
Olivier got a ss of warm water and went back out to the table. His phone vibrated in his pocket. At
this hour, only one person would call him.
Surprise surprise, it really was her.
Olivier unlocked the phone and ced it to his ear.
Neither of them spoke, as if silentlymunicating with each other. Only their breaths sounded.
Half a minuteter, Virginie spoke in a gentle tone, "Did you get home?"
Olivier looked at Lulu who had climbed up onto the dining table. It yawned. Olivier marveled at his first
time seeing a cat yawn.
"Yes." A single syble.
"Thank you for today."
"Yep." Another word and the call was over. Virginie felt cold all over.
When she got injured, Olivier had brought her to the hospital from the set lounge to have her checked
up.
In the moment Virginie had thought they were still like back then, Olivier doting and taking care of her.
She had also thought he would stay in the hospital for the night with her.
But he left just like that. He even sounded indifferent on the phone call.
Virginie felt like her world had just swayed and fallen into a dark pit, as if it had just copsed on her.
......
Fleur brought out the dishes one by one, then finally served Olivier some rice and brought him a pair of
chopsticks.
No matter how hard Fleur waved her injured, bandaged hand in front of him, Olivier remained passive.
He ate a bite of vegetables...and paused briefly. You could definitely tell they did not taste good at all.
"...Olivier." Fleur had her chin resting on a hand. "Spit it back out, I dare you."
Olivier did not spit the food out not because of her vague threat, but because he never wasted food. So
long as it was not poison, he would eat it.
He took a drink of water with every mouthful of food until he finally finished half a bowl of rice.
Setting down his chopsticks, he nced at her indifferently. "It seems I''ve made another mistake in
asking you to cook, apart from this marriage agreement."
Fleur pouted but said nothing.
"I can''t imagine how happy being your lover would be if your cooking tastes like this."
"..."
......
Fleur had Lulu sleep in her bed, meanwhile she got dressed in her sleepwear before heading over to
Olivier''s.
There was no one in the room when Fleur entered, though the shower was upied. Fleur opened the
bathroom door without hesitation, revealing Olivier standing under the water as naked as the day he
was born.
...
Fleur had intentionally wanted to spring this on him, but she got distracted the moment she saw his
handsome features framed by water, the fine lines of his abs, and...
Fleur suddenly realised Olivier had a towel around his waist when she recovered from staring. Water
still dripped off his hair.
She smiled and said steadily, "Can I join you?"
Olivier looked really hot with his muscles and body bare. Even the water droplets on his chest seemed
to cling on, unwilling to let go.
He squinted. "You''re that obsessed with me?"
"Mhm." Fleur lifted her hand out to him, her voice echoing in the steamy bathroom. "I can''t take a
shower ''cause my hand can''te in contact with water. Can you help me?"
Her incredibly beautiful face coupled with that voice of hers seemed to be specifically used to entice
men.
Olivier''s voice was ice cold: "How thick-skinned you are, like you''re made out of animal hide."
!!!
He was insulting her!
Olivier grabbed her by her shirt and pushed her out before locking the door shut.
He took a deep breath beneath the warm shower spray. Fleur was getting bolder by the day.