Captive Hearts: The Tycoon's Ugly Bride

Chapter 62 I'm Not Dead

Chapter 62 I'm Not Dead

"I... I'm not dead? Really?"

Blanche raised her head slightly and gazed blankly at Louis.

Louis nodded.

After a few seconds, Blanche cheered up and stood up with a start.

Louis followed her to get up before a soft figure jumped into his arms and wrapped her arms around his neck.

"I'm not dead. That's wonderful."

Blanche exclaimed, treating Louis as a confidant who shared in her joy. She hugged him even tighter for a minute. © 2024 Nôv/el/Dram/a.Org.

Blanche had experienced a lot of pain since she was a child, but nothing was as terrifying as the event that had just occurred. When the glinting knife had been pressed against her abdomen, she instantly felt cold all over and lost her senses.

To still be alive now, she felt it was simply a stroke of luck.

The delicate and soft woman fluttered in his arms, causing Louis' eyes to tremble in shock.

At this moment, he was still weak from the antidote he had injected. His body was recovering, but he stood upright, allowing Blanche to hug him.

No woman had ever hugged him like that before because he had never allowed it.

Sam, who was in the process of dealing with those punks, glanced over after kicking one of them out. He was shocked at what he saw.

Mr. and Mrs. Herbart were hugging!

The delicate skin on Blanche's arm rubbed against Louis' neck, tickling him slightly. However, after noticing Sam's shocked expression, Louis cleared his throat.

"Ahem."

His voice brought Blanche back to reality. Louis looked down, and their eyes met. Realizing how absurd her behavior was, Blanche immediately let go and backed away.

"I'm sorry," she said seriously. "I was too excited. I thought that I was dead. I couldn't die because I still have to take care of my grandmother."

Louis paused for two seconds. The woman who was standing in front of him, seriously explaining, looked so cute.

She had said that she couldn't die simply because she had to take care of her grandmother.

"Let's get into the car," Hervey said, placing a fist to his lips in a false grip.

Blanche nodded and took a step forward. However, as she did so, she almost fell to her knees. A grunt escaped her mouth as her knees had been worn out.

She had been so caught up in her joy that she hadn't noticed the pain.

Louis quickly assisted her. Blanche blushed slightly and hung her head, looking at her injured knees. She lifted her foot and prepared to limp her way forward.

However, in the next moment, her body suddenly rose and landed in a pair of sturdy arms. Her hand naturally wrapped around Louis' neck.

The sudden lift left Blanche's heart racing, and she gaped at the side of Louis' face.

Without a word, Louis carried her towards the car.

After swiftly dealing with the attackers, Sam stood with his mouth agape. His boss, expressionless but with a firm grip, held the woman protectively in his arms.

Arriving at the car, Louis placed Blanche in the back seat and went to the front row himself. From the medical kit, he pulled out a syringe and injected himself with the second dose of the antidote.

Blanche watched intently as the man finished the injection and deftly pulled out the syringe without batting an eyelid.

Despite his weakness, he held her firmly with unwavering strength.

"How did you get saved?" Blanche asked, pursing her lips.

It was a stroke of luck that he was able to come and save her in time.

"Sam was nearby, and I informed him," Louis replied."