When Olivier exited the shower, the cat and Fleur's clothes were nowhere to be found. Fleur sat on the sofa, hugging a pillow with a book in her hands. There was first aid kit in front of her.
It was obvious she was waiting for him to help her with her hand. Olivier went closer and saw the book was written in Russian.
Did she understand?
Olivier sat opposite her, looking at how serious she looked. Her dark hair was still wrapped in a towel, showing her delicate neck which accentuated her beauty even more.
"What does the book say?" Olivier asked.
Without looking up, Fleur flipped a page. "No idea." She took her phone and took a picture of the page before scanning it with a translating software. English text appeared quickly on her screen.
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"Don't act cultured if you don't understa
