Captive Hearts: The Tycoon's Ugly Bride novel Chapter 26

Chapter 26 The Dress Was Cut

The next day, Blanche woke up with a slight headache.

She looked down at the slippery blanket that had fallen from her body and realized that she was lying on a large, fluffy bed.

On the couch nearby, there were still unpacked quilts.

She was surprised to see that Louis had slept on the couch last night.

But what had happened afterward?

She checked her phone and saw a message from Erin.

"Blanche, are you awake yet? Do you have a hangover?"

"Thank you for your help. From now on, I'll protect you with my life. You were so brave last night. I'm so touched."

Blanche poked her head and texted back. "How did I get back last night?"

"What, you don't remember? Louis carried you away."

Blanche rubbed her eyes, wondering if she had read the message correctly.

"He carried me to the car? Are you sure?"

"Yeah. I watched him carry you to the car. Your husband is so sweet. Blanche, I think he's quite good. In that environment yesterday, you stood up for me. If it were someone else, she might have left me to fend for myself."

Blanche shook her head, still unable to understand how Louis could have carried her to the car last night.

Then again, if he hadn't taken her away, she would have made a scene and disgraced him at that place.

She nodded to herself, realizing that he had made the right decision for the greater good.

After chatting with Erin, she had her breakfast.

Then she retouched the design of the magnolia brooch, sent it to the craftsman, and urged him to finish it as soon as possible.

She couldn't do it herself due to limited resources.

Then she started choosing a dress for the old lady's birthday party from the ones she had bought yesterday.

She finally settled on a mauve dress that was neither too plain nor too bright.

Unbeknownst to her, Allison was keeping an eye on her under the pretext of cleaning the corridor.

Seeing her choose a dress, the maid cursed under her breath.

"Tch, you're ugly, and you still bought such beautiful clothes. What a waste of resources!"

After choosing her dress, Blanche went to the bathroom to take a bath. She hadn't bathed the night before, and there was still an unpleasant smell on her body.

As soon as Blanche entered the bathroom, Allison pulled out a pair of scissors from her sleeve. She looked around before slipping into the bedroom and cutting up the beautiful dress.

Half an hour later, Blanche emerged from the bathroom feeling refreshed, but the sight of the broken dress made her freeze. She went over, picked it up, and stroked the cuts made by the scissors.

Who would be so bored as to cut up her dress?

Blanche went to the corridor, but it was empty. The maids in the hall downstairs were all busy cleaning. None of them seemed to have any motive for cutting up the dress.

Blanche turned around and went back inside.

Just then, Clara came upstairs to water the flowers in the bedroom. When she saw the ruined dress, she was distressed.

"How did this happen? How did this dress get cut up?"

Blanche thought of one possibility. "Who was cleaning around here just now?"