Captive Hearts: The Tycoon's Ugly Bride novel Chapter 79

Chapter 79 Sleeping with a Pervert

Ten minutes later, the sound of water ceased. Blanche surmised that Louis must have finished his shower.

Enveloped in her blanket, Blanche remained motionless, feigning sleep.

But she was unsuccessful in her attempt to avoid the issue. Louis approached the bedside in a few strides, yanking off the blanket that obscured her face. Instinctively, Blanche reached out to reclaim it, but it was taken away by Louis.

"What are you doing? I'm going to catch a cold," Blanche retorted first.

Louis smiled. "Bold enough to spy on a man bathing, yet shy when caught?"

Blanche's heart skipped a beat. She hurriedly avoided Louis' gaze and almost blurted out nonsensical words out of anxiety.

"No way. When did I spy on you? Are you having eye issues? I was sleeping soundly all along. Look, you have ruined my beautiful dream."

Louis raised an eyebrow. This woman had the audacity not only to deny her deeds but also to fib shamelessly.

Blanche hastily covered her tracks. "And besides, your figure isn't even attractive. I've seen many handsome men with top-notch figures, their bodies smooth and sturdy, sporting a wheatish complexion."

"You've seen quite a few men?"

"Of course, I've seen and even touched them. They feel so smooth, and the sensation is particularly good," Blanche rattled on brazenly.

Yet to her despair, she found that the figure emerging in her mind while she was bragging was none other than the enticing back of Louis.

Speaking further, she couldn't control her blushing cheeks.

"Weren't you just saying that you were chaste, and now you've seen countless men? Does your face hurt from the lies, Blanche?"

Louis couldn't understand the source of his rage. With a flick of his wrist, he flung the piece of bed sheet in his hand towards Blanche's face. What a shameless woman, not worth a single strand of his hair. She didn't deserve his anger at all.

Covered by the sudden attack, Blanche yanked off the sheet, gasping for air.

With a click, the light in the room was turned off by Louis. Blanche pursed her lips, disgruntled.

Silence enveloped the room.

With apprehension, Blanche half-closed her eyes, her heart tangled and uncomfortable. She wondered if those bastards would come or not.

After an hour of waiting like a cat on hot bricks, there was finally some movement by the window.

In the faint light from outside, two agile figures climbed in. The person in the lead, wielding a sharp dagger, lunged toward Blanche, who was in the center of the bed.

Blanche rolled off the bed in a flash, hitting the ground with a thud. Her bones felt like they were about to disintegrate. The assailant was swiftly yanked back by a potent force.

Subsequently, the room was filled with intense commotion. Blanche could feel the gust of wind beside her ears as she crawled and rolled toward the corner of the room.

Luckily, after two pitiful screams, the room lit up again. Blanche lifted her hand, shielding her eyes, praying that it wasn't the villains who turned on the light.

She peeked through her fingers, seeing Louis stepping on one man's hand and gripping another man's neck, exuding a cold, formidable aura.

Louis glanced at Blanche, who had risen from the corner, and added pressure to the hand beneath his foot.

"Were you sent by Wilburn?"

The man sprawled below, lifting his head a little, quickly turned pale and attempted to bite his own tongue to seek death.

Louis immediately stepped on the man's neck, causing him to give up on his self-harming act.