Olivier breathed heavily. He opened his eyes, lifted her up, and sat on his lap. "The flowers have been used up. Your ability to annoy people is getting stronger and stronger!"
"...I didn't?"
"When can you see through other people's expressions?"
"I understand." Fleur sat up straight and hooked her arms around his neck. "How would I know that I'll be beaten if I feed you? Am I not pitiful enough? I'm starving to death. I can't even eat."
"You didn't have breakfast?"
"Yes."
"Where's the meal?"
"It was eaten by Simon."
He pinched her chin and forced her to raise her head. His eyes were cold. "Who let him in?"
"He saved me. Thank you."
"Is that so?" He sneered.
He finally understood... He said, "I hate those who don't keep their words." He was talking about Simon.
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