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.

finally speak up, asking, "Who

short-haired woman

their table, lightly tapping her left index finger on the

for a moment, then found it odd—how

Hannah said as she glanced at Luna, who was dressed in a red and white floral Lolita outfit, then gave a smile

brows instantly, a shadow of gloom descending on her face, and retorted coldly,

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

Tomboy." She raised her

clean-cut, masculine hairstyle and

"Lit-tle Sprout."

Elliana suddenly sensed the tension. Were these two

When had she ever been treated like this?

first was Norman Bennett’s

Elliana hadn’t finished saying the "H" before Luna lunged like a fast viper, suddenly producing a small knife from who knows

a reverse grip, then twisting back to immobilize Luna’s hands, lifting them high, while the other hand gripped Luna’s delicate

but useless against real skill," Hannah said,

Elliana immediately stood up, leaning on

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

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

Suddenly!

and judging by Luna’s fierce expression, she meant it

go of your mouth, and I’ll let you

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

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;

holding Luna tenderly, and

but Hannah wasn’t one to be trifled

hop and cried out, "Ah, ouch!

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

ducked swiftly, freeing her hands from Hannah’s

was about to give chase, but