Captive Hearts: The Tycoon's Ugly Bride

Chapter 78 You Hold Them Off First

Chapter 78 You Hold Them Off First

Threatening mischief radiated from Louis' smile, placing Blanche under immense embarrassment.

"No way," Blanche lifted her chin, telling herself not to be scared off by his words.

"Do you really think I'm scared of them trying to assassinate me? No, I'm more worried about my youth and beauty stirring up the beast in you, leading you to have unscrupulous thoughts about me. Wouldn't I, an innocent and virtuous girl, end up ruined by you?"

Louis took a drag on his cigarette, carelessly exhaling a ring of smoke.

"You, an innocent girl? I can't see it."

What?! This statement was beyond provoking. Questioning her innocence and his mocking gaze infuriated her as if she had been messing around with men.

"If you can't tell, that's definitely a problem with your eyes. Don't question my purity. From childhood to adulthood, I've always been a good girl, a real all-rounder. The certificates I have received from childhood to adulthood are this thick." Blanche demonstrated a size with her slender fingers.

Louis just sneered, giving her no face.

Unbelieving, huh? Blanche secretly glanced at Louis.

"Can I make a suggestion for you?"

"What suggestion?"

She glanced at Louis' lower abdomen and asked, "Is there... a problem in that area?" Seeing Louis suddenly change his expression, she was more convinced of her speculation.

"Don't worry. I'm not mocking you. I'm just kindly suggesting that you should seek treatment. After all, for men, it's not a small issue."

Blanche recalled that they had been sleeping in the same room for quite a few days now, but he had never made any inappropriate moves. She initially worried that he would take advantage of her, but it seemed like that worry was completely unnecessary.

However, it was nearly impossible for a man to do so. Wasn't it a common saying that men tended to think with what was below the belt?

She didn't believe that Louis was that one in ten thousand who could control himself. He must be impotent.

"Blanche."

"Hm?"

"Are you in heat?"

Louis crushed the cigarette in his hand, stood up, and stepped towards Blanche's bed. She dared to say that he was impotent!

Did this woman lose her mind?!

As Louis approached, his arrogant figure, like a looming mountain, made Blanche back down. She felt like her big bed had shrunk in size under Louis's tall and muscular figure. Regretting her quick tongue, she nervously said, "Don't come here. I was just joking."

Blanche snuggled under the blanket, lying neatly on the bed. Her previously aggressive demeanor deflated instantly.

Louis looked down at Blanche, who had closed her eyes and whose eyelashes were trembling slightly. His anger subsided somewhat.

Blanche, with her eyes closed, suddenly heard the sound of undressing. Was he going to prove his potency?

Blanche opened her eyes wide.

"What... what are you doing?!"

"Undressing." Louis paused for a while before slowly saying, "Of course, to take a bath."

Oh, taking a bath. That was nothing. He had to bathe at home anyway, and she had gotten used to it. Louis was stripping his upper body clothes while heading towards the bathroom.

"Wait, was he taking a bath now?" Blanche immediately realized something was wrong.

"Hold on. You can't take a bath now. What if they come right now? We would be done for."

During a shower, one was at their most unsuspecting and vulnerable. Blanche glanced towards the window nervously, her heart pounding. Who knew when they would arrive?

"If they come, aren't you here? You hold them off first."

"Me, hold them off? Stop joking. How could I possibly hold them off? I've never had any training."

Blanche deeply doubted whether she had been struck by lightning. What the hell! How was she supposed to hold them off? With her petite frame, a single slap from them could plaster her against the wall. Belonging © NôvelDram/a.Org.

Louis turned around and even gave Blanche a smile. "Why be modest now? You have a sharp tongue, and your verbal skills are impressive. Without me lifting a finger, you could scare them off

with your words."

Blanche was rendered speechless.

Now Blanche understood. Apparently, Louis was insinuating that her mouth was toxic. But she didn't buy it. When had her verbal skills become impressive?

She was always pretty reasonable, right?

His words made it seem as if everything she had said before was rubbish.

Blanche bristled with indignation. Ignoring her, Louis swiftly shed his clothes, revealing a broad expanse of his back. His broad shoulders tapered to a narrow waist, a muscular back that left her completely awe-struck.

Speechless, she couldn't help but swallow her saliva. How did she become so shallow? He was such a handsome man, and she felt blessed to behold him.

No wonder Cathy clung to him so persistently. His figure was really good.

What was truly breathtaking was the bathroom's glass was transparent, with only a band of decorations obscuring key areas. His strong, elongated legs, broad back, sexy waist - Blanche had a clear view of it all.

Blanche swallowed again, watching the shiny droplets of water sliding down Louis' neck.

A voice in her heart told her she should stop looking, but the tempting scene made her feel that not drooling was an achievement already.

Louis, who was showering, turned his head to find Blanche spying on him. He was taken aback for a moment, then curled his lips into a smirk.

Ah... Embarrassed to death, Blanche immediately buried her head into her pillow.

"Damn it", she pinched her burning cheeks, cursing herself. When had she become so shameless? She felt so humiliated. Being caught red-handed peeping at him showering, she would definitely be teased.