There was no light on the balcony, even the light coming from the bedroom was dim. Olivier stood tall, lighting up a cigarette. Smoke quickly filled the air.
His handsome face was half-lit, the sense of eliteness he usually had slowly fading with Fleur's confession.
Fleur got close to him...only to break him up with Virginie.
Five minutes later, when the cigarette was about to burn out, Fleur appeared in front of him and pried his cigarette out, tossing it into the trash bin.
"I know there's still two days left, telling you the truth is digging my own grave, but..." She walked a few steps closer, her injured hand tugging at his bathrobe. At such a close distance, her beauty and grace shone bright.
"I'll tell you everything if you ask me, Olivier. Can you please forget Virginie? She re
