Virginie felt numb. Olivier had said similar things in the past in a doting tone. Unlike now, he spoke as if calmly telling a truth.
Olivier took out a cigarette but didn't lit it. Ad he gazed at Virginie, his deep and silent expression never changed. He said in a monotone voice, "Don't you think I've been willingly used by you all these years?"
Virginie's face instantly turned deathly pale.
All these years she had devoted her love to Samuel yet at the same time enjoyed all the attention and devotion Olivier gave her.
Virginie had wanted to ask more too, the clothes he and Fleur wore last night, for example. Moreover, the navy blue clothes he wore were undoubtedly matching with the one Fleur wore at the police station.
He had only known Fleur for a few days, how could...
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