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 are

speaking when a short-haired woman in a black

index finger on the tabletop, facing Elliana

none other than Hannah Collins. Elliana was stunned for a moment, then found it odd—how did she follow them

as she glanced at Luna, who was dressed in a red and white floral Lolita outfit, then gave a smile full of ambiguous mockery,

descending on her face, and retorted

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

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

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

"Lit-tle Sprout."

Were these two people, despite their

aloof demeanor indeed annoyed Luna. When had she ever been treated like this? Who dared

first was Norman

the "H" before Luna lunged like a fast

shock, her jaw dropping, 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 gripped Luna’s

speed is impressive, but useless against real skill," Hannah said, eyes

Let’s talk this over!" Elliana immediately stood up, leaning

narrowed eyes

was at a loss for what to do, join them? But she

Suddenly!

her neck, and judging

of your mouth, and I’ll let you go,"

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

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

and as they weren’t involved

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

and cried out, "Ah, ouch! Hannah!

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

advantage of this, Luna ducked swiftly, freeing her hands from

was about to give