Captive Hearts: The Tycoon's Ugly Bride novel Chapter 65

Chapter 65 Perfume

After a few more words, Blanche ended the call with Erin. As she hung up, she felt a strange sensation and looked toward the door. The proud man was there in the doorway.

Blanche's limpid eyes swiveled as she wondered when he had returned.

Thinking back to the photo she had sent him, the call she had made, and the overly dramatic way she had described her miserable experience, she felt a sudden chill.

It was so embarrassing that she wanted to hide.

"You're back," she said.

"Yeah," Louis responded in a low voice.

He had been standing at the door for a while. His eyes were gloomy, and his hands clenched on his sides.

Blanche smiled awkwardly. Her cheek, neck, and knees had been bandaged, and she was dressed in a white nightgown, which made her look like a polar bear.

He had never owed a woman anything in his life, but today was an exception.

Even at the time, he had no intention of letting Blanche put on his clothes to save him. He had been against it.

But from the moment Blanche entered their house, she did as she pleased. Who could control her?

Strangely, the infamous woman didn't ask him for credit.

And now he even saw in her innocence and purity, a stark contrast to her usual fierce demeanor.

Seeing the gloom in Louis' eyes growing, Blanche didn't know what he was thinking. She just looked away.

Seeing the card on the table, she felt a pang in her heart. The money she had wasted at the restaurant... It was infuriating.

The corner of her mouth twitched. If only she were a lawyer, she could have gotten the money back through legal means.

Or if she were a police officer, she could shut down the restaurant for its unreasonable charges.

Noticing Blanche mumbling to herself, Louis couldn't hear clearly and felt restless. He turned and went downstairs to his study.

After finishing his work, Louis lay back in his chair, feeling stifled. He wasn't used to owing people, and this time he owed a lot.

Thinking of how Daniel appeased his girlfriends with appropriate gifts, he narrowed his eyes, picked up his phone, and called a high-end perfume store.

"I'd like to order a perfume."

Late at night, Louis went upstairs. As usual, Blanche was already asleep, wrapped in her blanket.

The light was still on, and he was about to turn it off when he found the woman wasn't sleeping peacefully.