Only Fleur and Olivier remained in the room. On the big screen, paused song lyrics remained.
Fleur back onto the sofa as if exhausted from speaking. She looked at Olivier, who just happened to look at her.
Their eyes met.
He was a cold and proud man. Undeniably attractive.
"You know Simon Muller?"
"His name is Simon?"
Olivier did not say anything. He thought she did not know Simon based on what she said. He would later find out Fleur did, only that her acting was too good for him to realise. Simon seemed to know her, based on their interactions. When Simon looked at Fleur, he looked at her like looking at a prospective partner.
Olivier leaned back and narrowed his eyes.
Fleur buried herself in his chest, her sweet scent washing over him from the top of her head. Olivier furrowed hi
