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.

asking, "Who are we waiting

had just finished speaking when a short-haired woman in a black

her left index finger on the tabletop, facing Elliana with a leisurely

was stunned for a moment,

was dressed in a red and white floral Lolita outfit, then gave

Luna furrowed her brows instantly, a shadow of gloom descending on her

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

Little Sprout, is it? Tomboy." She raised her chin, straightening her back,

clean-cut, masculine hairstyle and cold expression, she appeared even more heroic. If not for hearing her voice, one might have mistaken

"Lit-tle Sprout."

silently beside, Elliana suddenly sensed the tension. Were these two people,

Luna. When had she

returning to the country, first was Norman Bennett’s threat, and now this inexplicable

a fast viper, suddenly producing a small knife

in shock, her jaw dropping, Hannah subtly sidestepped, grabbing Luna’s knife-wielding wrist with a reverse grip,

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

immediately stood up, leaning

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

for what to do, join them? But

Suddenly!

her neck, and judging by

of your mouth, and I’ll let

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

Luna immobile. With no better option, she resorted to this strategy. Her

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

Luna’s unwillingness to admit defeat, but Hannah wasn’t one to be trifled with either. She pondered for a

cried out,

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

of this, Luna ducked swiftly, freeing her hands from Hannah’s grip, sliding under

to give chase, but