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

find out shortly." Luna had just finished speaking when a short-haired

her left index finger on the tabletop, facing

stunned for a moment, then found

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

gloom descending on her face, and retorted

eyebrow slightly, unexpectedly replying, "It’s a rather

silent for a moment, then sneered, "Ha! Little Sprout, is it? Tomboy." She raised her chin, straightening her back, and somehow, she

at that moment. Hannah’s smile faded between her brows, but she didn’t seem upset. With her clean-cut, masculine hairstyle and cold

"Lit-tle Sprout."

suddenly sensed the tension. Were these

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

first was Norman Bennett’s threat,

Luna lunged like a fast viper, suddenly producing a small knife from who

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

useless against real skill," Hannah said, eyes brimming with interest, finding Luna’s friend also

stood up, leaning on the table, appearing somewhat

quiet and relaxed, her narrowed eyes casting a dangerous look at the hand around her

was at a loss for what to do, join them? But she couldn’t fight

Suddenly!

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

let go of your mouth, and I’ll

first, wouldn’t that mean she’s giving in? So she bit down harder, her attitude clear—unless Hannah releases her

force, but her grip was steady, leaving Luna immobile. With no better option, she resorted to this strategy.

outsiders, it looked like Hannah was holding Luna tenderly, and as they weren’t involved in a verbal altercation, no

unwillingness to admit defeat, but Hannah wasn’t one to be trifled with

hop and cried out, "Ah, ouch! Hannah!

the truth from the lie, and Hannah’s attention turned to Elliana at

her hands from Hannah’s grip,

give