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, I almost thought a mummy came hopping 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 call me out 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 call me out?"

"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 leave me here 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 I 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.

speak up, asking, "Who are we waiting

a short-haired woman in a black

lightly tapping her left index finger on

stunned for a moment, then found it odd—how did she follow them

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,

a shadow of gloom descending on her face, and

replying, "It’s

Little Sprout, is it? Tomboy."

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

"Lit-tle Sprout."

sensed the tension. Were these two people, despite their size disparity,

indeed annoyed Luna. When had she ever been treated like this? Who dared provoke her

was Norman Bennett’s threat, and now this

"H" before Luna lunged like a fast

Luna’s knife-wielding wrist with a reverse grip, then twisting back to immobilize Luna’s hands, lifting

skill," Hannah said, eyes brimming

Elliana immediately stood up, leaning on the table,

didn’t struggle, becoming quiet and relaxed, her narrowed eyes

a loss for what to do,

Suddenly!

hand squeezing her neck, and judging by Luna’s fierce expression, she

your mouth, and I’ll let you go," Hannah

So she bit down harder, her attitude clear—unless Hannah releases her

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

like Hannah was holding Luna tenderly, and as they weren’t involved in a

admit defeat, but Hannah wasn’t one to be

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

seasoned acting skills made it hard to tell the truth from the lie, and Hannah’s

freeing her hands from Hannah’s grip, sliding under Hannah’s arm, and sprinting

to give chase,