But Virginie did not expect Olivier to just sit there unbothered, with an arm casually laid on the table. His rolled-up sleeve reveal his clearly-defined muscle, giving off an air of a matured man.
Olivier did not react at all. His handsome face remained indifferent.
Virginie's heart sank. She felt a panic she had never felt before, looking at him in stunned silence.
When Olivier looked at her, his eyes were a depressing dark.
"I'll ask Raoul to take you home."
Just like that, Virginie sank into an indescribably deep abyss. They had not had dinner, Olivier did not say anything about Fleur's actions, and Fleur even compared her to Madame Bovary...how could she stand it all?
This harsh feeling only increased, being right in front of Olivier. Virginie did not know what to say.
Fleur wa
