Captive Hearts: The Tycoon's Ugly Bride novel Chapter 98

Chapter 98 Mrs. Herbart Is So Smart

Sam froze for a moment. Since Louis wanted to eat with Blanche, he'd be a third wheel if he sat here and ate with them both.

"No. Mrs. Herbart, I've just had enough food."

"Hurry up and sit down. Let's eat together. Neither of you has touched a fork. How can you be full? Come on! Sit here."

Blanche not only asked Sam to sit down and eat with her, but she got up and pulled out a chair and asked Sam to sit.

Sam was flattered. He took a careful look at Louis, who looked grim.

"Sit down." Louis lifted his cold eyes.

Sam hurriedly sat down. He felt shudders running down their backs and was afraid to move.

However, the next second, a large chicken leg appeared on the plate in front of him. It was Blanche who put it on his plate.

"Mr. Turner, thank you. Please eat the chicken leg." Blanche smiled happily.

Louis felt speechless.

This big plate of chicken legs was closest to Louis. When Louis saw Blanche reaching out her hand to fork the chicken leg, he thought Blanche was going to put it on his plate. However, Blanche took a turn and put the chicken leg on Sam's plate.

How could Blanche give his subordinate a chicken leg in front of him? She was pissing him off.

What was going on here?

Sam wanted to bash his head into a chicken leg. He wondered if Blanche was purposely messing with him.

"Mrs. Herbart, I don't eat chicken legs."

Sam quickly forked the large chicken leg. Then he realized he couldn't give the chicken leg back. It would be inappropriate even if he put the chicken leg on Louis' plate.

Louis's dark eyes looked cold. Louis looked like he was going to cut Sam into pieces. Sam thought he was doomed.

Sam couldn't wait to get up and swore that he definitely did not cozy up to Blanche in private.

"Come on, eat! Mr. Turner, do you think this chicken thigh is not delicious enough? You want this cod?" Blanche winked. She took a nibble of the chicken leg, looked over at Sam, and was ready to fork the cod again.

"No. No. Mrs. Herbart, I'll pick my own food. You can give it to Mr. Herbart... Mrs. Herbart, why... Why do you care about me?"

Sam was afraid to say that he would let Blanche pick up the food for Louis.

However, if he didn't clear up this misunderstanding today, he feared he'd be dead.

"I want to thank you. Clara told me all about it in the morning. You were the one who testified on my behalf in front of Louis' mum last night. You testified that Cathy hit me with a rock first. You've got a sharp eye. I thought no one saw that. Otherwise, I would have been blamed. I'm so lucky to have you speak up for me."

Blanche noticed that the moment she spoke, Louis looked grim. He looked cold-blooded and ruthless. It was as if she was wrong.

Blanche touched the bridge of her small and straight nose. Was she wrong? That was absolutely impossible.

It dawned on Sam, and he immediately explained.

"Mrs. Herbart, I don't even get the credit for this. It's Mr. Herbart..."

"Eat." Louis knocked on the table and coldly interrupted Sam.

Sam felt like he had a fishbone in his throat. He thought, 'Mrs. Herbart, I didn't see Miss Bird hit you. Mr. Herbart told me to say that. You should give the chicken leg to Mr. Herbart.'

Blanche put down the chicken leg she was eating and fought for Sam.

"Why are you interrupting him? You're too bossy! You've gone too far."

Louis gripped his chopsticks hard and knocked on the surface of the crunchy plate.

"Blanche, don't push too hard. Why are you so cheeky?"

"How did I push you? Why won't you let me talk? Why are you mad at me? Why did you act like a coward when we were in the private room? That tattooed man kept humiliating me! As my nominal husband, you didn't dare to make a move. You can only be overbearing in front of acquaintances! You are so useless."