The CEO's Wife Is Super Charming

Chapter 72: Chapter 71: Two Little Sprouts

A white Volkswagen was driving on a broad yet somewhat congested road. Luna glanced at Elliana Lyle, who was

wearing a mask and a cap, and teased, "Wrapped up so tightly, | almost thought a mummy chopping over."

"Have you ever seen such a good-looking mummy?" Elliana sat in the passenger seat, focusing intently on gently

rubbing her ankle. She had almost fallen and injured herself while hurrying downstairs earlier.

Then she asked, "What exactly did you callout for?"

"How's your foot recovering?"

Seeing that Luna was avoiding her question, Elliana raised her head and asked again, "Stop dodging the

question, why did you callout?"

"You'll know soon enough."

Twenty minutes later, the car entered a one-way street. Not far ahead was a French restaurant, Victor.

"Get out, I'll go park the car," Luna said as she pulled over to the side of the road.

Elliana didn’t seem inclined to get out of the car. She glanced at Luna expressionlessly, "Do you think it's

appropriate to leavehere alone?"

"Sorry, forgot," Luna said, turning the steering wheel towards the underground parking lot.

After parking the car, Luna helped an hopping Elliana out.

Victor was a French restaurant full of free-spirited romanticism, with exquisite dormer windows, carved gallery

columns, aged oak, and hanging brass chandeliers that fully showcased a romantic atmosphere.

"What are we doing here?" Elliana settled into the reserved seat, occasionally tugging at her fisherman hat and

scarf wrapped around her neck. Her loose, cream-colored sweater made her look even more petite.

"I'm here to introduce you to someone." Luna said, calling over a blue-eyed foreign waiter and conversing in

fluent French.

The waiter frowned after listening, then tentatively asked, "Can you speak English? Or | can speak a little

Chinese, I'm British, here for a job."

"That's all," Luna said, and the waiter nodded, said he'd be back shortly, and left.

Elliana could finally speak up, asking, "Who are we waiting for?"

"You'll find out shortly." Luna had just finished speaking when a short-haired woman in a black trench coat and

Martin boots approached them.

The woman arrived at their table, lightly tapping her left index finger on the tabletop, facing Elliana with a

leisurely smile.

This woman was none other than Hannah Collins. Elliana was stunned for a moment, then found it odd—how did

she follow them here?

"Seems there are two Little Sprouts," Hannah said as she glanced at Luna, who was dressed in a red and white

floral Lolita outfit, then gave a smile full of ambiguous mockery, almost teasingly.

Little Sprout? Luna furrowed her brows instantly, a shadow of gloom descending on her face, and retorted coldly,

"Who are you calling Little Sprout?"

Hannah raised an eyebrow slightly, unexpectedly replying, "It's a rather fierce Little Sprout."

"..." Luna fell silent for a moment, then sneered, "Ha! Little Sprout, is it? Tomboy." She raised her chin,

straightening her back, and somehow, she didn’t lose her momentum.

The air seemed to freeze at that moment. Hannah's smile faded between her brows, but she didn’t seem upset.

With her clean-cut, masculine hairstyle and cold expression, she appeared even more heroic. If not for hearing

her voice, one might have mistaken her for a dashing male spy.

"Lit-tle Sprout."

Sitting silently beside, Elliana suddenly sensed the tension. Were these two people, despite their size disparity,

going to fight?

Hannah's composed and aloof demeanor indeed annoyed Luna. When had she ever been treated like this? Who

dared provoke her in XRB?

Yet, upon returning to the country, first was Norman Bennett's threat, and now this inexplicable woman.

"Hannah...!!" Elliana hadn't finished saying the "H" before Luna lunged like a fast viper, suddenly producing a

small knife from who knows where!

Just as Elliana’s eyes widened in shock, her jaw dropping, Hannah subtly sidestepped, grabbing Luna’s knife-

wielding wrist with a reverse grip, then twisting back to immobilize Luna’s hands, lifting them high, while the

other hand gripped Luna's delicate neck!

"Your speed is impressive, but useless against real skill," Hannah said, eyes brimming with interest, finding

Luna’s friend also quite intriguing.

"Hannah! Let's talk this over!" Elliana immediately stood up, leaning on the table, appearing somewhat

flustered.

Surprisingly, Luna didn’t struggle, becoming quiet and relaxed, her narrowed eyes casting a dangerous look at

the hand around her neck.

Elliana was at a loss for what to do, join them? But she couldn't fight against Hannah either.

Suddenly!

Luna bit down on the hand squeezing her neck, and judging by Luna’s fierce expression, she meant it for real!

"Little thing, let go of your mouth, and I'll let you go," Hannah said coldly.

Luna thought, if she let go first, wouldn't that mean she’s giving in? So she bit down harder, her attitude clear—

unless Hannah releases her hand, she wouldn't loosen her grip.

In truth, the hand Hannah used to grip her neck wasn’t exerting much force, but her grip was steady, leaving

Luna immobile. With no better option, she resorted to this strategy. Her brother had once told her, if you can’t

fight back, bite; if you can’t bite, run.

To outsiders, it looked like Hannah was holding Luna tenderly, and as they weren't involved in a verbal

altercation, no one intervened.

Elliana had long observed Luna’s unwillingness to admit defeat, but Hannah wasn’t one to be trifled with either.

She pondered for a moment, then flashed Luna a signal.

She feigned a hop and cried out, "Ah, ouch! Hannah! My foot hurts..."

Her seasoned acting skills made it hard to tell the truth from the lie, and Hannah's attention turned to Elliana at

once.

Taking advantage of this, Luna ducked swiftly, freeing her hands from Hannah's grip, sliding under Hannah's

arm, and sprinting outside.

"Why run?" Hannah was about to give chase, but Elliana held onto her.

"Does it hurt?" Hannah showed concern.

Elliana nodded quickly, though there was no sign of pain on her face.

It seemed like it wasn’t serious. Seeing Elliana’s expression, Hannah almost wanted to laugh, "Little Sprout, you

think you can escape from my grasp? Even Norman Bennett couldn't get away."

"..." Elliana released her hold, nearly forgetting Hannah was her love rival.

"I thought you'd secretly cto meet another man, so | could catch you in the act. Turns out | caught another

Little Sprout instead." Hannah teased her cheerfully.

Elliana had intended to retort, but noticing the teeth mark on Hannah's left hand, she deflated like a slowly

leaking balloon. A neatly circular bite mark, both white and purple, looked painful at a glance.

"Does it... hurt?" Elliana asked, taking the initiative to hold up Hannah's hand, focused and serious, checking to

make sure it wasn’t bruised too badly.

Seeing a Little Sprout seriously cradling her hand, a strange ripple stirred within Hannah: "What? You want a bite

too?"

"..." Have you no shame?

Elliana jerked Hannah's hand away, and without a sideways glance, hopped towards anything she could hold

onto for support.

Her foot gave way, and Hannah caught her in an embrace again. Naturally, Elliana wrapped her arms around

Hannah's neck; hopping wasn’t a good way to walk anyway.

"Wait! You haven't paid the bill yet!"

Outside the restaurant, a handsguy with blond hair and blue eyes approached, sharply dressed in a suit.

With his snowy white skin and common facial features, the combination was absolutely stunning—a male version

of Snow White no less.

Elliana couldn't help but take a second look, feeling like she recognized him somehow.

After thinking it over, she dismissed it. She probably didn’t know him; all foreigners looked the sanyway.

"Hannah, how did you find us?"

"Take a guess."

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