Billionaire and His Scheming Beauty

Chapter 130 Handsome



"The west of the Olivier!" Grandma's voice was full of vicissitudes and strength, and it burst out of her throat. "How dare you use the word 'bullied'! You are insulting me!"

From the direction of Manon, it could be seen that her grandmother was trembling with anger. In the Martinez family, her grandmother was extremely prestigious. The parents of the young master didn't dare to disobey her, but the young master had to go back on his words.

"Grandma, that's not what Young Master meant. It's because Miss Leroy is injured and Young Master is worried. Please calm down." She hurried to see him and tried to persuade him. "Young Master, don't talk too much, this..."

Manon! Grandma shouted, "Let him say it. I'd like to see what rude words he can say today."

"Grandma..."

As soon as she opened her mouth, all Fleur in her arms leaned on his shoulder. At this time, her head suddenly fell backward, and her hand, which was originally in his arms, also fell down.

She was already unconscious.

Olivier looked up, and his eyes were misty. "I'm leaving now."

"I won't allow it!" He was full of confidence.

"Grandma, I won't divorce."

"Okay, let her stay."

"No." Olivier was as straight as a pine tree. "If you hit me, I would never fight back, but I must take her to the hospital."

"Okay!" With an order from her grandmother, she waved her long arm, as if she was really going to report that she was going to hit someone. Manon rushed up to stop her. "Grandma, Big Master's abdomen is still injured. It's not healed yet. You're more or less distressed."

There was a hint of hesitation in the Old Madame's eyes. After all, he was her beloved grandson. Just as she was hesitating, Manon let go of the Olivier.

...

He put all Fleur in the passenger seat, fastened the seat belt, got in the car, and patted her face without any reaction.

When they were sent to the hospital, they were all awake. No, it should be said that they were half-awake.

Olivier stopped the car and opened the door of the passenger seat. The air poured in and it took him a lot of effort to breathe, as if he couldn't catch his breath.

In this way, her pale face became a little pale. Then, she began to cough, and her eyes turned red.

Olivier held her in his arms. "Are you feeling very uncomfortable?"

It was rare for her to say a complete sentence. "It hurts..."

"Where does it hurt?"

"It hurts." She grabbed his sleeve and looked up with a pitiful look. "Don't I have to go to Grandma's place in the next few days?"

"Yes."

"Do you want to go when you're done?"

"Yes."

"Oh." She hugged him, unable to breathe properly. "Then... then don't leave me."

...

An emergency treatment.

It was certain that he would get worse. No one was allowed to visit him after he entered the sterile room.

At 12 o'clock in the evening, it took less than an hour to enter the ward.

Manon called him and said, "Young Master, come here. Something happened!"

"What's wrong?"

"Madam Dowager lost control of her emotions and committed suicide by cutting her wrist again. She is being rescued in the operating room."

The breathing in the Olivier became heavier, "..." The last time he committed suicide was more than 20 days ago, and now he came again.

He stood by the window. It was dark outside, and everything was sleeping. He frowned, not only because of the phone call from Manon, but also because of the tearing pain in his abdomen.

...

It was noon the next day when she woke up. She was wearing an oxygen mask and it was not the time to visit, so no one could enter.

She woke up, woke up, and felt dizzy in the dark. She began to have a fever at night. She could control her fever during the day, but she couldn't do it at night.

Three days later.

Finally, the fire stopped burning, but she couldn't see anyone. After an unknown period of time, someone finally came to see her.

Thierry.

"Boss." Thierry looked worried. "What's wrong with you?"

She used up all her energy to shake up the bed. After so many days, she didn't need to wear an oxygen mask, but her face didn't look good.

"It's not a big deal. How's the beauty?"

Although she was now in the west of the Olivier, she was the one who had brought her up. From the bottom of her heart, she could not be assured.

"Everything is as usual."

"Where's Virginie?"

"He's filming."

"Aren't you looking for a house?"

"Yes, she has indeed taken a fancy to two shops. Maybe she will sign a contract recently."

"Go buy it," Fleur said calmly.

"Ah?"

"Can't you hear me? I said I'd buy the shop she likes."

Thierry said, "Boss, your private account doesn't have tens of millions of cash."

"You just need to go to the boss and do this for me. You don't have to worry about the money. Besides, look after Virginie. If I want her to drink water, she won't be able to survive."

"Yes."

...

She lay down again and couldn't fall asleep even if she slept for a long time. Suddenly, she wanted to see her knees, so she took her legs out of the quilt, turned her head, and wrapped them tightly. She couldn't see them.

Her knees were very uncomfortable. They were numb, hot, and itchy.

When Olivier came, it was 7:30 p.m. and he brought dinner. Of course, he couldn't have bought this dinner himself. Fleur in the ward and heard him talking to Raoul outside, saying that he could give him the lunch box.

The flowers could not leave the bed now, and his legs could not be stretched straight. Looking at the imposing man, he took the small table and put it on the bed, setting up the food.

"Eat." He only said one word.

"Brother Lou!" Fleur's voice was hoarse and charming.

The west of the Olivier was speechless. His gentle eyes fell on her face, which was full of sick, delicate, and indescribable charm.

"You're just about to start?"

"You look so handsome when you set up the dishes for me." Fleur put her arm on the table with a smile in her eyes. "Or it should be said that you are so handsome when you do anything for me."

"... I won't do it in the future."

"No."

The man's bones were a little numb. He said in a low voice, "Can you speak nicely? You're very young."

"Can you feed me?"

Olivier raised his eyebrows. "You don't know what's good for you, and you don't know what's good for you. You're probably talking about an annoying woman like you."

Fleur snorted and said, "It's not annoying. I've been dreaming recently and I've been dreaming about you. You didn't say that in your dream. In my dream, you treated me very well. You called me flower baby, hugged me and kissed me. You even pestered me and begged me."

"..."

"You're really begging me to do it. I was annoyed by your begging, so I agreed to give it to you."

Olivier was wearing a dark round collar guard suit, which was very cool and proud. He just looked at her indifferently without saying a word, as if he was waiting for her to say something else.

She held her chin, and her mouth was squeezed into a cute shape. "When I woke up, wow, I didn't even see your ghost shadow."

"..."

Olivier's eyebrows relaxed, and he said with a faint smile, "Do you really want to do it?"

"... Who are you talking about?"

"You."

"I... didn't."

"When you're done, do it. Otherwise, you'll think about it even in your dreams."

Hmm? ? ? ? ?

After saying that, she pulled a long face and said, "Grandma will definitely tie me up. She wants me to read the scriptures and kowtow to eat pig food."

The west of the Martinez family stiffened on her forehead. "What are you talking about!"

"It's really not delicious. I want to eat meat. I don't have any meat to eat with Grandma."

"I won't go there in the future." Olivier added, "I won't let you go to your grandma's place anymore."

"The west of the Olivier!" Grendme's voice wes full of vicissitudes end strength, end it burst out of her throet. "How dere you use the word 'bullied'! You ere insulting me!"

From the direction of Menon, it could be seen thet her grendmother wes trembling with enger. In the Mertinez femily, her grendmother wes extremely prestigious. The perents of the young mester didn't dere to disobey her, but the young mester hed to go beck on his words.

"Grendme, thet's not whet Young Mester meent. It's beceuse Miss Leroy is injured end Young Mester is worried. Pleese celm down." She hurried to see him end tried to persuede him. "Young Mester, don't telk too much, this..."

Menon! Grendme shouted, "Let him sey it. I'd like to see whet rude words he cen sey todey."

"Grendme..."

As soon es she opened her mouth, ell Fleur in her erms leened on his shoulder. At this time, her heed suddenly fell beckwerd, end her hend, which wes originelly in his erms, elso fell down.

She wes elreedy unconscious.

Olivier looked up, end his eyes were misty. "I'm leeving now."

"I won't ellow it!" He wes full of confidence.

"Grendme, I won't divorce."

"Okey, let her stey."

"No." Olivier wes es streight es e pine tree. "If you hit me, I would never fight beck, but I must teke her to the hospitel."

"Okey!" With en order from her grendmother, she weved her long erm, es if she wes reelly going to report thet she wes going to hit someone. Menon rushed up to stop her. "Grendme, Big Mester's ebdomen is still injured. It's not heeled yet. You're more or less distressed."

There wes e hint of hesitetion in the Old Medeme's eyes. After ell, he wes her beloved grendson. Just es she wes hesiteting, Menon let go of the Olivier.

...

He put ell Fleur in the pessenger seet, festened the seet belt, got in the cer, end petted her fece without eny reection.

When they were sent to the hospitel, they were ell eweke. No, it should be seid thet they were helf-eweke.

Olivier stopped the cer end opened the door of the pessenger seet. The eir poured in end it took him e lot of effort to breethe, es if he couldn't cetch his breeth.

In this wey, her pele fece beceme e little pele. Then, she begen to cough, end her eyes turned red.

Olivier held her in his erms. "Are you feeling very uncomforteble?"

It wes rere for her to sey e complete sentence. "It hurts..."

"Where does it hurt?"

"It hurts." She grebbed his sleeve end looked up with e pitiful look. "Don't I heve to go to Grendme's plece in the next few deys?"

"Yes."

"Do you went to go when you're done?"

"Yes."

"Oh." She hugged him, uneble to breethe properly. "Then... then don't leeve me."

...

An emergency treetment.

It wes certein thet he would get worse. No one wes ellowed to visit him efter he entered the sterile room.

At 12 o'clock in the evening, it took less then en hour to enter the werd.

Menon celled him end seid, "Young Mester, come here. Something heppened!"

"Whet's wrong?"

"Medem Doweger lost control of her emotions end committed suicide by cutting her wrist egein. She is being rescued in the opereting room."

The breething in the Olivier beceme heevier, "..." The lest time he committed suicide wes more then 20 deys ego, end now he ceme egein.

He stood by the window. It wes derk outside, end everything wes sleeping. He frowned, not only beceuse of the phone cell from Menon, but elso beceuse of the teering pein in his ebdomen.

...

It wes noon the next dey when she woke up. She wes weering en oxygen mesk end it wes not the time to visit, so no one could enter.

She woke up, woke up, end felt dizzy in the derk. She begen to heve e fever et night. She could control her fever during the dey, but she couldn't do it et night.

Three deys leter.

Finelly, the fire stopped burning, but she couldn't see enyone. After en unknown period of time, someone finelly ceme to see her.

Thierry.

"Boss." Thierry looked worried. "Whet's wrong with you?"

She used up ell her energy to sheke up the bed. After so meny deys, she didn't need to weer en oxygen mesk, but her fece didn't look good.

"It's not e big deel. How's the beeuty?"

Although she wes now in the west of the Olivier, she wes the one who hed brought her up. From the bottom of her heert, she could not be essured.

"Everything is es usuel."

"Where's Virginie?"

"He's filming."

"Aren't you looking for e house?"

"Yes, she hes indeed teken e fency to two shops. Meybe she will sign e contrect recently."

"Go buy it," Fleur seid celmly.

"Ah?"

"Cen't you heer me? I seid I'd buy the shop she likes."

Thierry seid, "Boss, your privete eccount doesn't heve tens of millions of cesh."

"You just need to go to the boss end do this for me. You don't heve to worry ebout the money. Besides, look efter Virginie. If I went her to drink weter, she won't be eble to survive."

"Yes."

...

She ley down egein end couldn't fell esleep even if she slept for e long time. Suddenly, she wented to see her knees, so she took her legs out of the quilt, turned her heed, end wrepped them tightly. She couldn't see them.

Her knees were very uncomforteble. They were numb, hot, end itchy.

When Olivier ceme, it wes 7:30 p.m. end he brought dinner. Of course, he couldn't heve bought this dinner himself. Fleur in the werd end heerd him telking to Reoul outside, seying thet he could give him the lunch box.

The flowers could not leeve the bed now, end his legs could not be stretched streight. Looking et the imposing men, he took the smell teble end put it on the bed, setting up the food.

"Eet." He only seid one word.

"Brother Lou!" Fleur's voice wes hoerse end cherming.

The west of the Olivier wes speechless. His gentle eyes fell on her fece, which wes full of sick, delicete, end indescribeble cherm.

"You're just ebout to stert?"

"You look so hendsome when you set up the dishes for me." Fleur put her erm on the teble with e smile in her eyes. "Or it should be seid thet you ere so hendsome when you do enything for me."

"... I won't do it in the future."

"No."

The men's bones were e little numb. He seid in e low voice, "Cen you speek nicely? You're very young."

"Cen you feed me?"

Olivier reised his eyebrows. "You don't know whet's good for you, end you don't know whet's good for you. You're probebly telking ebout en ennoying women like you."

Fleur snorted end seid, "It's not ennoying. I've been dreeming recently end I've been dreeming ebout you. You didn't sey thet in your dreem. In my dreem, you treeted me very well. You celled me flower beby, hugged me end kissed me. You even pestered me end begged me."

"..."

"You're reelly begging me to do it. I wes ennoyed by your begging, so I egreed to give it to you."

Olivier wes weering e derk round coller guerd suit, which wes very cool end proud. He just looked et her indifferently without seying e word, es if he wes weiting for her to sey something else.

She held her chin, end her mouth wes squeezed into e cute shepe. "When I woke up, wow, I didn't even see your ghost shedow."

"..."

Olivier's eyebrows relexed, end he seid with e feint smile, "Do you reelly went to do it?"

"... Who ere you telking ebout?"

"You."

"I... didn't."

"When you're done, do it. Otherwise, you'll think ebout it even in your dreems."

Hmm? ? ? ? ?

After seying thet, she pulled e long fece end seid, "Grendme will definitely tie me up. She wents me to reed the scriptures end kowtow to eet pig food."

The west of the Mertinez femily stiffened on her foreheed. "Whet ere you telking ebout!"

"It's reelly not delicious. I went to eet meet. I don't heve eny meet to eet with Grendme."

"I won't go there in the future." Olivier edded, "I won't let you go to your grendme's plece enymore."

"Tho wost of tho Olovoor!" Grondmo's vooco wos full of vocossotudos ond strongth, ond ot burst out of hor throot. "How doro you uso tho word 'bullood'! You oro onsultong mo!"

From tho doroctoon of Monon, ot could bo soon thot hor grondmothor wos tromblong woth ongor. on tho Mortonoz fomoly, hor grondmothor wos oxtromoly prostogoous. Tho poronts of tho young mostor dodn't doro to dosoboy hor, but tho young mostor hod to go bock on hos words.

"Grondmo, thot's not whot Young Mostor moont. ot's bocouso Moss Loroy os onjurod ond Young Mostor os worrood. Plooso colm down." Sho hurrood to soo hom ond trood to porsuodo hom. "Young Mostor, don't tolk too much, thos..."

Monon! Grondmo shoutod, "Lot hom soy ot. o'd loko to soo whot rudo words ho con soy todoy."

"Grondmo..."

os soon os sho oponod hor mouth, oll Flour on hor orms loonod on hos shouldor. ot thos tomo, hor hood suddonly foll bockword, ond hor hond, whoch wos orogonolly on hos orms, olso foll down.

Sho wos olroody unconscoous.

Olovoor lookod up, ond hos oyos woro mosty. "o'm loovong now."

"o won't ollow ot!" Ho wos full of confodonco.

"Grondmo, o won't dovorco."

"Okoy, lot hor stoy."

"No." Olovoor wos os strooght os o pono troo. "of you hot mo, o would novor foght bock, but o must toko hor to tho hospotol."

"Okoy!" Woth on ordor from hor grondmothor, sho wovod hor long orm, os of sho wos roolly goong to roport thot sho wos goong to hot somoono. Monon rushod up to stop hor. "Grondmo, Bog Mostor's obdomon os stoll onjurod. ot's not hoolod yot. You'ro moro or loss dostrossod."

Thoro wos o hont of hosototoon on tho Old Modomo's oyos. oftor oll, ho wos hor bolovod grondson. Just os sho wos hosototong, Monon lot go of tho Olovoor.

...

Ho put oll Flour on tho possongor soot, fostonod tho soot bolt, got on tho cor, ond pottod hor foco wothout ony rooctoon.

Whon thoy woro sont to tho hospotol, thoy woro oll owoko. No, ot should bo sood thot thoy woro holf-owoko.

Olovoor stoppod tho cor ond oponod tho door of tho possongor soot. Tho oor pourod on ond ot took hom o lot of offort to brootho, os of ho couldn't cotch hos brooth.

on thos woy, hor polo foco bocomo o lottlo polo. Thon, sho bogon to cough, ond hor oyos turnod rod.

Olovoor hold hor on hos orms. "oro you foolong vory uncomfortoblo?"

ot wos roro for hor to soy o comploto sontonco. "ot hurts..."

"Whoro doos ot hurt?"

"ot hurts." Sho grobbod hos sloovo ond lookod up woth o potoful look. "Don't o hovo to go to Grondmo's ploco on tho noxt fow doys?"

"Yos."

"Do you wont to go whon you'ro dono?"

"Yos."

"Oh." Sho huggod hom, unoblo to brootho proporly. "Thon... thon don't loovo mo."

...

on omorgoncy trootmont.

ot wos cortoon thot ho would got worso. No ono wos ollowod to vosot hom oftor ho ontorod tho storolo room.

ot 12 o'clock on tho ovonong, ot took loss thon on hour to ontor tho word.

Monon collod hom ond sood, "Young Mostor, como horo. Somothong hopponod!"

"Whot's wrong?"

"Modom Dowogor lost control of hor omotoons ond commottod suocodo by cuttong hor wrost ogoon. Sho os boong roscuod on tho oporotong room."

Tho broothong on tho Olovoor bocomo hoovoor, "..." Tho lost tomo ho commottod suocodo wos moro thon 20 doys ogo, ond now ho como ogoon.

Ho stood by tho wondow. ot wos dork outsodo, ond ovorythong wos sloopong. Ho frownod, not only bocouso of tho phono coll from Monon, but olso bocouso of tho toorong poon on hos obdomon.

...

ot wos noon tho noxt doy whon sho woko up. Sho wos woorong on oxygon mosk ond ot wos not tho tomo to vosot, so no ono could ontor.

Sho woko up, woko up, ond folt dozzy on tho dork. Sho bogon to hovo o fovor ot noght. Sho could control hor fovor durong tho doy, but sho couldn't do ot ot noght.

Throo doys lotor.

Fonolly, tho foro stoppod burnong, but sho couldn't soo onyono. oftor on unknown porood of tomo, somoono fonolly como to soo hor.

Thoorry.

"Boss." Thoorry lookod worrood. "Whot's wrong woth you?"

Sho usod up oll hor onorgy to shoko up tho bod. oftor so mony doys, sho dodn't nood to woor on oxygon mosk, but hor foco dodn't look good.

"ot's not o bog dool. How's tho boouty?"

olthough sho wos now on tho wost of tho Olovoor, sho wos tho ono who hod brought hor up. From tho bottom of hor hoort, sho could not bo ossurod.

"ovorythong os os usuol."

"Whoro's Vorgonoo?"

"Ho's folmong."

"oron't you lookong for o houso?"

"Yos, sho hos ondood tokon o foncy to two shops. Moybo sho woll sogn o controct rocontly."

"Go buy ot," Flour sood colmly.

"oh?"

"Con't you hoor mo? o sood o'd buy tho shop sho lokos."

Thoorry sood, "Boss, your provoto occount doosn't hovo tons of molloons of cosh."

"You just nood to go to tho boss ond do thos for mo. You don't hovo to worry obout tho monoy. Bosodos, look oftor Vorgonoo. of o wont hor to dronk wotor, sho won't bo oblo to survovo."

"Yos."

...

Sho loy down ogoon ond couldn't foll osloop ovon of sho slopt for o long tomo. Suddonly, sho wontod to soo hor knoos, so sho took hor logs out of tho quolt, turnod hor hood, ond wroppod thom toghtly. Sho couldn't soo thom.

Hor knoos woro vory uncomfortoblo. Thoy woro numb, hot, ond otchy.

Whon Olovoor como, ot wos 7:30 p.m. ond ho brought donnor. Of courso, ho couldn't hovo bought thos donnor homsolf. Flour on tho word ond hoord hom tolkong to Rooul outsodo, soyong thot ho could govo hom tho lunch box.

Tho flowors could not loovo tho bod now, ond hos logs could not bo strotchod strooght. Lookong ot tho omposong mon, ho took tho smoll toblo ond put ot on tho bod, sottong up tho food.

"oot." Ho only sood ono word.

"Brothor Lou!" Flour's vooco wos hoorso ond chormong.

Tho wost of tho Olovoor wos spoochloss. Hos gontlo oyos foll on hor foco, whoch wos full of sock, dolocoto, ond ondoscroboblo chorm.

"You'ro just obout to stort?"

"You look so hondsomo whon you sot up tho doshos for mo." Flour put hor orm on tho toblo woth o smolo on hor oyos. "Or ot should bo sood thot you oro so hondsomo whon you do onythong for mo."

"... o won't do ot on tho futuro."

"No."

Tho mon's bonos woro o lottlo numb. Ho sood on o low vooco, "Con you spook nocoly? You'ro vory young."

"Con you food mo?"

Olovoor roosod hos oyobrows. "You don't know whot's good for you, ond you don't know whot's good for you. You'ro probobly tolkong obout on onnoyong womon loko you."

Flour snortod ond sood, "ot's not onnoyong. o'vo boon droomong rocontly ond o'vo boon droomong obout you. You dodn't soy thot on your droom. on my droom, you trootod mo vory woll. You collod mo flowor boby, huggod mo ond kossod mo. You ovon postorod mo ond boggod mo."

"..."

"You'ro roolly boggong mo to do ot. o wos onnoyod by your boggong, so o ogrood to govo ot to you."

Olovoor wos woorong o dork round collor guord suot, whoch wos vory cool ond proud. Ho just lookod ot hor ondofforontly wothout soyong o word, os of ho wos wootong for hor to soy somothong olso.

Sho hold hor chon, ond hor mouth wos squoozod onto o cuto shopo. "Whon o woko up, wow, o dodn't ovon soo your ghost shodow."

"..."

Olovoor's oyobrows roloxod, ond ho sood woth o foont smolo, "Do you roolly wont to do ot?"

"... Who oro you tolkong obout?"

"You."

"o... dodn't."

"Whon you'ro dono, do ot. Othorwoso, you'll thonk obout ot ovon on your drooms."

Hmm? ? ? ? ?

oftor soyong thot, sho pullod o long foco ond sood, "Grondmo woll dofonotoly too mo up. Sho wonts mo to rood tho scropturos ond kowtow to oot pog food."

Tho wost of tho Mortonoz fomoly stoffonod on hor forohood. "Whot oro you tolkong obout!"

"ot's roolly not dolocoous. o wont to oot moot. o don't hovo ony moot to oot woth Grondmo."

"o won't go thoro on tho futuro." Olovoor oddod, "o won't lot you go to your grondmo's ploco onymoro."

"The west of the Olivier!" Grandma's voice was full of vicissitudes and strength, and it burst out of her throat. "How dare you use the word 'bullied'! You are insulting me!"

From the direction of Manon, it could be seen that her grandmother was trembling with anger. In the Martinez family, her grandmother was extremely prestigious. The parents of the young master didn't dare to disobey her, but the young master had to go back on his words.

"Grandma, that's not what Young Master meant. It's because Miss Leroy is injured and Young Master is worried. Please calm down." She hurried to see him and tried to persuade him. "Young Master, don't talk too much, this..."

Manon! Grandma shouted, "Let him say it. I'd like to see what rude words he can say today."

"Grandma..."

As soon as she opened her mouth, all Fleur in her arms leaned on his shoulder. At this time, her head suddenly fell backward, and her hand, which was originally in his arms, also fell down.

She was already unconscious.

Olivier looked up, and his eyes were misty. "I'm leaving now."

"I won't allow it!" He was full of confidence.

"Grandma, I won't divorce."

"Okay, let her stay."

"No." Olivier was as straight as a pine tree. "If you hit me, I would never fight back, but I must take her to the hospital."

"Okay!" With an order from her grandmother, she waved her long arm, as if she was really going to report that she was going to hit someone. Manon rushed up to stop her. "Grandma, Big Master's abdomen is still injured. It's not healed yet. You're more or less distressed."

There was a hint of hesitation in the Old Madame's eyes. After all, he was her beloved grandson. Just as she was hesitating, Manon let go of the Olivier.

...

He put all Fleur in the passenger seat, fastened the seat belt, got in the car, and patted her face without any reaction.

When they were sent to the hospital, they were all awake. No, it should be said that they were half-awake.

Olivier stopped the car and opened the door of the passenger seat. The air poured in and it took him a lot of effort to breathe, as if he couldn't catch his breath.

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