Captive Hearts: The Tycoon's Ugly Bride novel Chapter 86

Chapter 86 The Cabin

When they arrived in front of the run-down cabin, Blanche pushed open the door with a creak. A musty smell spread as she entered. Inside, there was a cupboard, a bed, and a pile of straw on the bed.

Blanche didn't know who had constructed this little cabin, but at least it was a place to seek shelter for the night.

"You clean up here and see if there's anything useful in the cupboard. I'll go gather some firewood. We'll make a fire tonight and spend the night here," Louis said.

Blanche nodded, and after Louis left, she opened the cupboard. To her surprise, there was a worn-out blanket inside. She was ecstatic. After all, it would definitely be cold at night, and this was helpful.

Blanche dusted off the bed, and Louis returned with a bundle of firewood, starting a fire in the center of the cabin.

There was a sound of something rubbing against each other. Blanche approached and saw that Louis was holding two white flints in his hand. He rubbed them together, and a flame ignited.

Blanche was puzzled. "How did Louis possess such survival skills?" she wondered.

"Do you know how to start a fire?" she asked.

Born in such a wealthy family, he didn't even need to enter the kitchen. How did he know about flints? And when she looked at his posture-left leg forward, right leg back, one high and one low. What was more, he had a straight back. Blanche had an idea.

"You've been in the military before, have you?"

"Where I've been isn't as easygoing as the military," Louis replied as he added more wood to the fire.

Upon hearing his proud response, Blanche pouted. "Hmph! Could it be that he has been to hell?" she wondered.

In the glow of the fire, his handsome face seemed flawless from every angle. No matter how she looked at him, he was handsome.

Blanche squatted down beside the firepit, thinking, "What's the point of his attractive face on a man with such a bad temper?"

Both of them sat around the fire, with Louis staring at the flames while Blanche flipped through the photo album on her phone, occasionally sneaking glances at Louis.

Her back was getting colder and colder, so Blanche put down her phone, picked up the warm blanket by the wall, and lay down on the bed.