Captive Hearts: The Tycoon's Ugly Bride

Chapter 76 I'm Very Generous

Chapter 76 I'm Very Generous

Louis's profound gaze was like a whirlpool, paired with his magnetic voice, utterly captivating.

Blanche took a glance at his crossed long legs, wrapped in the exclusive black trousers, exuding an aura of restraint. Coupled with the glossy Italian leather shoes on his feet, Blanche almost bit her tongue. All content © N/.ôvel/Dr/ama.Org.

Following Louis's gaze, Blanche found it landed precisely on her own fair legs, creating a stark contrast, black and white, full of tension and lethal allure.

Tapping his foot lightly, Louis spoke again in his magnetic voice, "What are you holding in your hand? Something to eat?"

"You mean this?" Blanche raised the small bag in her hand, revealing a cluster of dark blue objects.

"They're wild blueberries."

"Wild blueberries, picked by yourself?"

"Mm-hmm, wild blueberries. They're small but juicy and, exposed to abundant sunlight, even sweeter."

Louis glanced at the hotel entrance and spotted Brendon, dressed in fresh clothes, often looking their way. He clearly understood that Brendon was watching Blanche.

Louis squinted slightly, a hint of sarcasm pulling at his lips. Waiting so eagerly for Blanche? It was impossible for Blanche to pick the blueberries by herself. Clearly, she'd been out-picking with that scumbag, Brendon.

"Sweeter? Let me try."

"You taste."

Louis took the bag from her, looked at its contents, and rose from his seat. Just as Blanche thought he would arrogantly take all the blueberries, something even more unthinkable happened.

Louis walked over to a trash bin, coldly tossed the bag, and all the blueberries rolled into the trash.

"Blanche, so you really think I'm dead," Louis said coldly, then turned to leave.

"What are you doing? Stand still. If you don't want to eat them, why throw them away? They're the fruits of my labor. You're going too far." Blanche chased after him, so angry that she could almost feel her eyebrows twitching.

The fruits of her night's labor were all dumped by Louis. She was livid.

What was he thinking? When did she ever treat him as if he were dead? But now, she really wanted him to disappear from the world. Louis made her so angry.

"Compensate me for the blueberries."

She took two steps forward, intending to demand an explanation, but Louis abruptly halted and turned around.

He had excellent hearing and had heard the rapid footsteps, a sound that Blanche's light casual shoes couldn't make.

His eyes, cold as ice, looked towards a banana tree where the leaves fluttered slightly, a black shadow cast on the ground.

Blanche thought Louis was warning her, and she was intimidated, swallowing the words she had wanted to say.

She was extremely frustrated and didn't want to look at Louis again, so she turned and ran back to the hotel.

Louis frowned and turned back towards the hotel.

When Blanche walked out of the elevator with a grim face, she saw Brendon waiting nearby. He held a small round glass container containing a few goldfish.

Just as Blanche stepped out of the elevator, Louis emerged behind her. Seeing Brendon standing by the elevator entrance, a storm surged in his handsome eyes.

Seeing Louis, Brendon was a bit nervous, but he still approached Blanche despite the pressure.

"Cathy is right," he pondered, "Blanche won't stay here for long. I must seize the opportunity to make a good impression on her."

Immersed in the laboratory for years, this was the first time he had met such an interesting girl. After a long afternoon of contemplation, he refused to let this opportunity slip away.

"Brendon, what are you doing here?" Blanche blinked. In her mind, she couldn't help but wonder why everyone was still awake at such a late hour.

Blanche's eyes were bright and lively, causing Brendon's heart to race as he watched her. With a smile, he approached her. "I've been waiting for you. Tonight, while you were enjoying the night view, I was nearby and noticed you standing for a long time in front of a goldfish shop. I guessed you might be interested in buying a few goldfish."

Brendon handed the small fish tank to Blanche, his face a little red.

"It's for you."

Blanche was taken aback, speechless.

Louis's eyes flickered. Hadn't Blanche gone out with Brendon last night? He had misunderstood her!

The next moment, all the lights in the corridor went out, and the fish in the tank emitted brilliant lights, swimming joyfully. It was beautiful.

"So beautiful." She'd heard that some goldfish could glow, but this was her first time seeing it. Blanche quietly admired them.

Indeed, she had entered a goldfish shop today. She found the goldfish cute and had wanted to buy some to keep, but she already had a fish tank at home.

When the lights in the corridor came back on, Brendon gave a shy smile.

"I knew you'd like it. It's for you."

Blanche rubbed her palms together, feeling the pressure. Did Brendon think she was still single? Was he pursuing her?

Louis, with a dark expression, stepped forward and brushed past the pair, saying, "Excuse me," pushing both of them back.

With a "thud," the fish tank fell to the ground, and the few goldfish on the floor started to flop around, struggling for life.

Blanche was furious. She touched her chest. It hurt from the impact. What were his shoulders made of, iron?

"Can't you walk properly?" Blanche asked angrily.

Louis, at the door of his room, opened it and turned to her with a retort.

"Are you not going back to your room, or should I carry you?"

Brendon looked as though he'd been struck by lightning. "Mr. Herbart...you two?"

Louis snorted. "Brendon, gifting my wife in front of me. Do you think I'm that generous?"