Captive Hearts: The Tycoon's Ugly Bride

Chapter 6 Humiliation

Chapter 6 Humiliation

When the study room became quiet, Louis pinched his eyebrows, thinking Blanche was courting death. She had played such a dirty trick to marry him and implied he would also become a hungry wolf. Putting down the contract in his hand, he picked up the magazine she had thrown on the table and leaned back on the large chair.

Finding the bag Blanche had chosen, he found the price was indeed 300,000 dollars. Then, he flipped to the one Cathy liked and saw the price was 150,000 dollars.

What a childish behavior it was!

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He hadn't settled accounts with her, but she wanted him to buy her a bag. He raised his hand, threw the magazine into the trash can, and closed his eyes.

When Blanche had approached him just now, the sweet scent on her body had smelt surprisingly pleasant. No! The corner of his mouth twitched. It must be her trick to attract his attention. After all, that vicious woman had unscrupulously drugged the Kent family to marry him.

The more he thought about it, the more chaotic his mind became. So, he got up and went upstairs.

When he pushed open the bedroom door, Blanche was sitting at the dressing table after a shower. Her pajamas were loose, exposing one snow-white shoulder. And she was fixing the straps of her bra.

Looking at the red mark, Blanche tutted, thinking the shoulder straps were too tight.

When the bedroom door suddenly opened, she was startled and asked, "Why didn't you knock on the door before coming in?"

Louis paused for a moment because the voluptuous scene just now was still replaying in his mind. After returning to his senses, he felt annoyed, thinking she was talking nonsense.

"This is my bedroom. Do you think I need to report to you before coming in?"

Blanche was at a loss for words.

Seeing she had fixed her clothes, Louis strode inside with a gloomy handsome face and approached her step by step with an aggressive aura.

Blanche's heart skipped a beat when she squeezed the tube of hand cream and leaned backward, asking, "What do you want to do?"

"What did you mean by saying those words in the study?"

When Blanche was stunned, he leaned over like a black cloud. She felt nervous, suspecting he would hit her.

"My words in the study?"

She had not said anything profound in the study. Was he seeking "justice" for Cathy?

Louis hoarsely asked in a deep voice, "Why are you so sure that all men are hungry wolves?"

Blanche frowned. It turned out to be because he felt insulted.

"I said it casually. What are you going to do?"

His sullen face was suddenly stained with a strange color when he pushed his pretty thin lips toward her snow-white neck, making her feel hot. When he got closer and closer, she could even smell his unique mint scent. Seeing him about to kiss her neck, Blanche panicked and tried to run away. But he grabbed her hand and tightly held it, making her unable to escape.

"Get away!"

Blanche did feel scared.

When his lips were about to touch her skin, he backed away in disgust and snorted, "You're wrong. No men will pounce on you! They will only try to avoid you!"

Was that all?

It turned out he just intended to embarrass her. Blanche's pale face in fright puckered, and her racing heartbeat gradually calmed down.

She secretly took a deep breath, rolled her eyes, fixed her black hair, opened the hand cream, and applied it to her hands, pretending to be calm.

Louis shot her a sideways glance and said, "No matter how much time you spend on skincare, the ugly scar on your face won't disappear, you fool."

Blanche's anger had subsided a lot. But after being humiliated, she flew into a rage again.

"So what? I take good care of my hands to make them look white and tender, so I will have a good mood when looking at them. Do you have any problem with it?"

"You're deceiving yourself."

"But I like it."

Louis was speechless.

Blanche bit her lower lip. She had no feelings for him, so she would not allow him to hurt her. Then, she walked to the bed, lifted the quilt, and lay down.

Louis clenched his fists, thinking she was thick-skinned, vicious, and glib-tongued.

Blanche had applied the hand cream. She was afraid the quilt would rub it off, so she raised her hands in the air. Under the bright light, her hands looked white and tender.

Louis was momentarily dazzled because they were the whitest and tenderest hands he had ever seen.