Captive Hearts: The Tycoon's Ugly Bride

Chapter 83 Kiss Her

Chapter 83 Kiss Her

Louis couldn't control himself any longer. He reasoned that he had spoiled Blanche too much, making her have a bad temper.

He grabbed Blanche's shoulder with his big hand and lifted her up easily. He scolded, "What are you throwing a tantrum for? You kicked someone into the lake, yet you still have the nerve to get angry."

Her shoulder hurt so much. "Is his hand made of steel?" she wondered. Nôvel/Dr(a)ma.Org - Content owner.

Having suffered enough, Blanche had to speak up. Her clear black eyes were filled with anger. "Yes, you are right. However, I didn't ask you to come find me. I told Sam that I wasn't hungry and didn't want lunch. What are you doing here? And let me tell you something. Your words seem right, but in fact, you just came to bully me. My shoulder hurts. Let go of me."

Blanche's face twisted in pain.

The corner of Louis' mouth twitched. "This woman, shouting and spitting at me, is like a wild animal. She is not gentle at all. She was more pleasing when she wore a mask," he thought.

Seeing Blanche in pain, he couldn't bear it. He loosened his grip and whispered with a faint smile, "You finally talked to me. Why didn't you keep silent?"

"You hurt me. of course, I have to speak. I'm not a fool."

"Is your head injured?" Louis squinted, his eyes fixed on the bandage wrapped around Blanche's head. He noticed it earlier, but Blanche ignored him.

"It has nothing to do with you. Please don't meddle in my affairs. Even if I'm in pain, I won't let you spend a penny on medicine.," Blanche raised her delicate chin, treating Louis as if he were invisible.

"I said it's related to me, so it is. You're so ugly. Let me see if you were bitten by ants. You're making a fuss over nothing, using such an ugly piece of cloth to wrap it. Can you be any more tacky?"

Louis' tall figure came closer. He even pulled Blanche towards his strong chest. One hand encircled her neck, holding her head, and he untied the fabric from her head with the other.

The fabric was indeed ugly. It was torn from a basket to prevent it from hurting the hand.

Blanche's head was buried in Louis' chest. She was smelling his scent, something she was not used to. She retorted angrily, "Who allowed you to touch my head? I want to be tacky and make you lose face."

Nobody noticed Louis' faint smile, as if he was used to Blanche's rudeness to him.

But then, Louis noticed that the gray fabric was wet, with a dark red bloodstain. He narrowed his eyes and realized that Blanche's head was indeed injured.

A large hand touched Blanche's furry head, exploring it.

Soon, Louis found a wound on the back of her head.

He held Blanche's head, examining it closely. The skin was broken, and the area around the wound was swollen like a bun, but it was covered by hair and not visible. Immediately, his face became sullen.

"Don't touch me! You are not allowed to touch my head." Blanche was as stiff as a board, not liking the touch of Louis' large hand as if he was petting a puppy.

Louis let go of Blanche with cold eyes.

"How did you get the wound on the back of your head?"

Blanche took a step back, crossing her arms over her chest in self-defense.

"Hmph! Stop pretending to be kind. I feel lucky that you didn't strangle me. This wound has nothing to do with you. Now leave and stay away from me."

"Did Cathy do this?"

Louis pursed his thin lips and tried to suppress some emotion. "Sam is right. Who would kick someone for no reason?" he thought.

Blanche hesitated for a second and met his cold eyes. She rolled her eyes and wondered how he knew about it.

"It is none of your business." Blanche turned her head away, keeping her distance from him. "What does it matter even if he knows? Should I expect him to avenge me? That Is impossible," she thought.

"Talk to me nicely."

Louis took a step forward, once again pulling Blanche towards his warm chest. Then he lifted her chin, his deep eyes staring at her innocent face.

He was born with a silver spoon, and with his handsome face, many ladies liked him.

Forced to tilt her head back, Blanche met Louis' eyes. In his pupils, she could see herself. They were too close to each other, and his breath poured over her face.

Feeling the awkwardness, Blanche felt repulsed, lifting her neck even higher.

"Let go of me, you bastard. Look at what you've done to my neck. Stay away from me!"

Louis' sharp eyes slowly moved to Blanche's slender neck. The fair neck now had a deep purple bruise.

Louis' eyes widened in shock. He was responsible for this wound.

"You are a demon."

"Stop talking!" Green veins appeared on Louis' forehead. At that moment, he realized he was like a tyrant.

Every time Blanche called him a brute and asked him to stay away, he could see the sadness in her misty eyes.

He couldn't stand to see her eyes like this, so he raised his hand and covered them.

Unable to see anything, Blanche was stunned for a moment. Then she raised her hand to remove the hand covering her eyes and became even angrier, shouting non-stop.

"You jerk! You jerk..."

"If you curse again, I'll kiss you."

Blanche cursed him with her rosy lips moving. Her agile tongue and white teeth could be seen. Louis felt like he had been enchanted, finding Blanche's mouth incredibly enticing.

Even the words she used to curse him were tolerable.

Blanche paused, wondering if she had misheard him. "Did he say he was going to kiss me? Is there something wrong with his mind? No way. He despises me a lot," she wondered.

"You jerk!"

"Mmm!"

Louis kept his word and leaned down to kiss her lips, gently sucking on Blanche's rosy lips while avoiding the wound on the back of her head, lightly holding it with his hand.

Blanche was dumbfounded. He really meant what he said. Feeling her soft lips being sucked, Blanche was embarrassed. She fiercely pounded Louis's chest and pushed him away.

Blanche quickly wiped her lips and wished she could scrape off a layer of the skin on them. Her fair fingertips trembled with anger. "How could he kiss me?" she thought.

"You scumbag! Who gave you permission to kiss me?"

Louis touched his lips with gentle eyes as if still savoring the taste. He quickened his pace and caught up with Blanche who was anxiously running away.

"Watch out!"

Unexpectedly, someone jumped down from a dense tree nearby and grabbed Blanche's wrist.