Master Charlie Was Tricked By A Woman

It was dark by the time Blanche Capra got home.

She hadn’t expected York Charlie to be home. He came out of the bathroom as if he’d just showered, and when he saw her his eyes flickered and flowed with a very faint, very quick flash of something, and then turned to her as he scrubbed his hair and said, “Have you eaten yet?”

Blanche Capra froze and subconsciously shook her head.

It was true that she hadn’t eaten anything after lingering outside for a while.

“Then we’ll eat together.” With those words, he turned and headed for the dining room. Blanche Capra’s eyes followed him, and she saw him walk over to the dining table, lifting the insulated cover, and wisps of heat rose from the table. Blanche Capra fixed her eyes on the table, which was set with a four-course meal of tantalizing colors and aromas.

York Charlie saw her frozen and said, “Come and eat.”

Blanche Capra froze and walked over to him, unable to understand why York Charlie had changed his attitude again. Hadn’t he been sad and disappointed and angry with himself earlier in the office?

She sat down across from him only to see that his hair was still wet, and her hands just lurched as she picked up her chopsticks.

York Charlie offered her more rice, but she stood up again.

Before he could furrow that nice frown, Blanche Capra spoke quickly, “Where’s the hair dryer?”

Of course she knew where the hair dryer was, she just … just couldn’t stand the sight of him sitting down to eat with wet hair and not even blowing it out. He’s not afraid of catching a cold?

It was York Charlie’s turn to freeze.

But soon, his eyes let out a touch of surprise, and his eyes seemed to carry a smile.

“In the bathroom.” He said.

Blanche Capra got the hair dryer, plugged it in without saying a word, and stood next to York Charlie trying to blow-dry his hair. But then she saw him move and remain seated at the dining room table looking at her as if he was trying to imprint her in his eyes. That’s when she realized she had done something else out of the ordinary.

But there was no turning back, not to mention that she somehow didn’t want to turn back, so her expression took on a slightly unnatural look, and she cleared her throat before telling him, “You sit there.” She pointed to the couch in the living room.

The warm air from the hairdryer whistled, and as Blanche Capra’s fingers threaded through York Charlie’s hair, back and forth, she felt the touch underneath it and the quiet, relaxed head underneath it, and was especially, especially tempted to ask him, “Didn’t you used to hate it when people touched your head?”

“I didn’t let you touch it much either.” He laughed softly, but the wind in her ears was too loud for her to hear it.

Blanche Capra heard his reply and realized with a shock that she had actually asked the question out loud. She was instantly remorseful; what she had said was all about Brandi and York Charlie, how had she let it slip? Although the two of them knew each other well. But she still did not want to easily mention the original self, do not want to put the original things open to talk about.

But York Charlie didn’t seem to care.

He had answered his own question so easily and cheerfully, hadn’t he?

Blanche Capra thought back on his words and felt a sweetness in her heart. White fingers like butterflies like interspersed in the hair, the world is endless, but this butterfly is always hovering in this field, fluttering and dancing, regardless of the passage of time and change of the years, how did not leave.

York Charlie’s short hair was soon blow-dried, and then Blanche Capra was a little afraid to look at York Charlie when he rose. Her shy, tangled look did make York Charlie look at her with a smile.

The two of them went back to the table to eat their dinner.

The food was getting a little cold, but no one said anything, no one cared. The two seemed to be immersed in the charming and subtle atmosphere of the party, harmonious and quiet and beautiful.

After eating, I don’t know who helped who, the two people together cleaned up the dishes, and then stood side by side in front of the sink. The water clattered and ran, dispersing a warm mist, and York Charlie suddenly said, “Go on a business trip tomorrow, okay?”

His voice rang out over the sound of the water, softly and softly, and Blanche Capra unconsciously nodded, “Uh-huh.” Blanche Capra really didn’t have much resistance to someone who was habitually cold talking to you like that. Especially in that kind of atmosphere.

…

Early the next morning, Blanche Capra and York Charlie got into the car, each dragging a suitcase, with York Charlie driving and her sitting in the passenger seat on the right.

Blanche Capra thought that today’s York Charlie was like a different person, how to look at the facial lines of how soft, but also with high school for a period of time he was particularly similar.

How long will this state last? Blanche Capra has hope in her heart.

Three hours of driving, the two are not like chatting nature, did not talk much, but the atmosphere still has a kind of quiet feeling of the years, Blanche Capra looked out the window scenery, occasionally look at the left side of his face, she suddenly recalled that night yesterday.

At that time, after she promised York Charlie to come to the business trip today, both of them obviously did not speak again, and then do not know how, the two line of sight is glued together, and then even more do not know whether she compelled him, or he compelled her, she and he kissed.

From the initial gentle and shallow, to the back of the passionate lingering, water deep and hot in general. She remembered actually knocking her teeth out, like a raw novice, and remembered gasping for air several times, almost choking. But neither one bothered, just went on, and on, and on, deeper and deeper and deeper.

Both kissed with such intent and blush that in the end there was no room to move forward.

Later on, and I don’t know how much time passed, Blanche Capra found herself pinned to the couch by York Charlie, but his hands were still safely untouched, except that for some reason, the position instantly brought her to her senses, and then gently and tentatively nudged him.

She felt that if he still wanted to continue, she probably wouldn’t even refuse. But she didn’t want to be in this big living room, in this open space …

What Blanche Capra didn’t expect, however, was that with that one slight movement, York Charlie stopped and pulled back from her. He spoke, his voice low, “… Get up and go upstairs to bed.”NôvelDrama.Org owns this.

Blanche Capra froze a little.

Go upstairs to bed? What did that mean? Did it mean go upstairs to your room and then that, or …

She must have looked particularly silly at the time, she thought.

Then she went up the stairs in a daze, and as she stood at the fork in the road between the two men’s rooms, she glanced toward him, only to see him with one hand clasped to his forehead, his deep, good-looking, expressive eyes shaded, and then without a word he turned right and went into his own room.

Blanche Capra stood frozen in place for a moment.

A slight clatter of water came from that side of the room, and Blanche Capra realized that he was taking a shower. But hadn’t he already showered when she came back earlier?

On further reflection, Blanche Capra’s face burned. Then unable to stand any longer, she hurried into her room.