Captive Hearts: The Tycoon's Ugly Bride

Chapter 98 Mrs. Herbart Is So Smart

Chapter 98 Mrs. Herbart Is So Smart

Sam froze for a moment. Since Louis wanted to eat with Blanche, he'd be a third wheel if he sat here and ate with them both. "No. Mrs. Herbart, I've just had enough food.”

“Hurry up and sit down. Let's eat together. Neither of you has touched a fork. How can you be full? Come on! Sit here." Blanche not only asked Sam to sit down and eat with her, but she got up and pulled out a chair and asked Sam to sit.

Sam was flattered. He took a careful look at Louis, who looked grim.

"Sit down." Louis lifted his cold eyes.

Sam hurriedly sat down. He felt shudders running down their backs and was afraid to move.

However, the next second, a large chicken leg appeared on the plate in front of him. It was Blanche who put it on his plate. "Mr. Turner, thank you. Please eat the chicken leg." Blanche smiled happily.

Louis felt speechless.

This big plate of chicken legs was closest to Louis. When Louis saw Blanche reaching out her hand to fork the chicken leg, he thought Blanche was going to put it on his plate. However, Blanche took a turn and put the chicken leg on Sam's plate.

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What was going on here?

Sam wanted to bash his head into a chicken leg. He wondered if Blanche was purposely messing with him. "Mrs. Herbart, I don’t eat chicken legs.”

Sam quickly forked the large chicken leg. Then he realized he couldn't give the chicken leg back. It would be inappropriate even if he put the chicken leg on Louis' plate.

Louis’s dark eyes looked cold. Louis looked like he was going to cut Sam into pieces. Sam thought he was doomed. Sam couldn't wait to get up and swore that he definitely did not cozy up to Blanche in private.

“Come on, eat! Mr. Turner, do you think this chicken thigh is not delicious enough? You want this cod?” Blanche winked. She took a nibble of the chicken leg, looked over at Sam, and was ready to fork the cod again.

"No. No. Mrs. Herbart, I'll pick my own food. You can give it to Mr. Herbart... Mrs. Herbart. why... Why do you care about me?” Sam was afraid to say that he would let Blanche pick up the food for Louis. However, if he didn't clear up this misunderstanding today, he feared he'd be dead

"I want to thank you. Clara told me all about it in the morning. You were the one who testified on my behalf in front of Louis‘ mum last night. You testified that Cathy hit me with a rock first. You've got a sharp eye. I thought no one saw that. Otherwise, I would have been blamed. I'm so lucky to have you speak up for me."

Blanche noticed that the moment she spoke, Louis looked grim. He looked cold-blooded and ruthless. It was as if she was wrong. Blanche touched the bridge of her small and straight nose. Was she wrong? That was absolutely impossible.

It dawned on Sam, and he immediately explained

"Mrs. Herbart, I don’t even get the credit for this. It's Mr. Herbart...”

"Eat." Louis knocked on the table and coldly interrupted Sam.

Sam felt like he had a fishbone in his throat. He thought, ‘Mrs. Herbart, I didn't see Miss Bird hit you. Mr. Herbart told me to say that. You should give the chicken leg to Mr. Herbart.'

Blanche put down the chicken leg she was eating and fought for Sam.

"Why are you interrupting him? You're too bossy! You've gone too far.”

Louis gripped his chopsticks hard and knocked on the surface of the crunchy plate. "Blanche, don’t push too hard. Why are you so cheeky?”

"How did I push you? Why won't you let me talk? Why are you mad at me? Why did you act like a coward when we were in the private room? That tattooed man kept humiliating me! As my nominal husband, you didn't dare to make a move. You can only be overbearing in front of acquaintances! You are so useless.”

The more Blanche thought about it, the angrier she got. Louis was tall and strong, but he stood by and watched. He watched the tattooed man keep humiliating her. Luckily, she wasn't in love with his face.

"Shut up!"

"Mr. Turner, keep going. What were you about to say?”

Louis and Blanche spoke at the same time.

Sam looked up and wiped his sweat. He really regretted that he sat down for this meal. He was literally on pins and needles. "Well, I was just going to say that Mrs. Herbart is so smart."

Sam managed to say such nonsense.

If he was guilty, he hoped the law would come down on him instead of putting him between Louis and Blanche.

After finishing a chicken leg, Blanche took another one. Then she looked up. And her eyes lit up.

“That's for sure, Let me tell you guys a secret. My4Q score is only a little bit lower than Einstein's. Did you ™ know thatthe score of the world'sY great physicist Einstein's IQ is 165 and ine is 164? You won't find many people as smart as me in this wérld."

Louis withdrew his hand from reaching for the crab claw and leaned back in his chair. "Which hospital did you go to for the test?” Blanche, however, was enjoying her food and didn’t even hear what Louis was saying. Then she shook her head.

"I didn't go to a hospital to have my intelligence tested. I tested it on an app. Do you want to take a test too? Give me your mobile phone. I'll download that app for you.”

Louis’ face darkened. Then he decided to leave Blanche alone. It seemed as if he might have married a fool. The fact that someone was a fool wasn’t the worst thing. The scariest thing was that the fool thought he was smart. "These roast chicken legs are delicious. This is really a luxurious restaurant. The taste is so different.”

Blanche finished one chicken leg, threw the chicken bone, and went to get the other one. She got some oil on the corner of her mouth.

The moment Blanche reached out, Louis reached out and grabbed her hand. He held back his anger. Blanche bit her lip and said, "What are you doing? Aren't you going to let me eat? Then why did you ask me to come here and eat?" "No scheming! Eat something else. The roast chicken leg is too greasy. It's not good for your health if you eat too much.”

"I want to eat it. I love roast chicken legs.” Blanche wouldn't listen to him. She liked to eat chicken legs a lot. And the meat on the chicken leg was fatty and not greasy.

Louis took Blanche’s hand in a firm grip and said in a determined voice, "Eat some vegetables.”

Blanche has apile of chicken leg bones in frortof her. She had eaten NN . . at least four or five roast chicken => legs. Louis thought, "She never eats in maceration. She eats whatever sheikes all the time. No wonder she's so skinny.’ a

Blanche couldn't resist him and withdrew her hand resentfully. Then she turned and forked some vegetables with a grudge. "As you don't like to eat it, why don't you let anyone else eat it? You're a dictator! You're so bossy! You're so annoying.” The moment Blanche looked up, she saw a familiar tall figure. She saw Henry heading for the bathroom.

Blanche suddenly thought of the scene she saw in the private room

Henry pulled out his mobile phone and tapped.ita few times. Then the ~~ tattooed man's phone rang, and < Blanche fad a feeling that the two were connected. Moreover, Heriry had-deliberately targeted hecand picked on her during their. meal.

Blanche glanced at Henry heading to the bathroom and looked back. Then she realized Louis was checking her out.

Blanche was guilty. She wondered if she should tell Louis what she thought was going on in her mind and that Henry and the tattooed man were in cahoots.

"What are you looking at?" Louis glanced back in the direction Blanche had just looked Blanche put down her fork and got up. Then another thought popped into her head.

"I'm going to the bathroom."