Master Charlie Was Tricked By A Woman

Blanche Capra looked at him, for a long time silent and speechless, and she suddenly felt that she didn’t want to stay in this place any longer, that she was going to get away on her own, preferably far away, not the kind of place where others could easily find her, especially him.

With the thought, Blanche Capra was about to move, but as soon as her feet moved, as if a lit room suddenly went out, there was an instant blackness in front of her eyes, accompanied by a dizziness in her head.

She subconsciously closed her eyes, reached up and pressed her hands to her dizzy temples, and her legs began to wobble, making it a little difficult to stand.

A pair of strong hands reached out to hold her up, something screamed in her ear, Blanche Capra remembered vaguely that it was York Charlie’s voice, and finally she just couldn’t hold on any longer, and the moment before she closed her eyes completely she saw a bony hand all over a scabbed over wound, and she was pulled into a mind-blowing darkness.

Unconscious.

York Charlie hadn’t expected Blanche Capra to suddenly pass out, either. After passing out, she was dutifully cradled in her own arms. Fearing that something had gone wrong with her body, York Charlie picked her up and immediately headed out the door.

Although his hands were a little sore before a while.

He didn’t care that his hands were still injured, and when he got out of the house, he found that the previous group of people of unknown origin were gone, leaving only the people he himself had brought with him. York Charlie looked at them for a moment, and then carried Blanche Capra to the car.

“Get to the hospital immediately!” He said to the driver who was driving in front of him.

York Charlie carried Blanche Capra to the hospital, he was already a bit worried about her health – not to mention the fact that she had suffered a severe trauma, plus she had a miscarriage, followed by being buried in the recent collapse, and he didn’t know if she herself had been properly recuperating in the past two days.

As a result, the doctor told him that her health was getting worse and worse, and her body’s own functions had even declined, so if she didn’t properly recuperate, she might not live for several years.

York Charlie was confused when he heard this result. He never knew that there would come a time when he would be like this, as if he could not understand a few simple words. He never knew, either, that on some of the days he had ignored her, her health had actually gotten this bad. He didn’t even know, how could he not know?

If he had been a little bit earlier, a little bit more concerned about her body, wouldn’t it have turned out to be like this? What with not living more than a few years, how could a young girl like her be judged like this?

He was messed up, York Charlie admitted, and he was scared.

Even though he never believed in fate, and never believed in anything but what happens, so much drama in his life gradually made him feel the power of destiny. Although he still doesn’t believe in fate that much, he doesn’t dare to bet on that, how can he dare to bet on her life?

It wasn’t that he was afraid of fate, it was that he was afraid that when he didn’t know it, god forbid, he would have already lost her.

So he had to hold on to her even harder before it was too late.

Catch her, keep her.

York Charlie began to guard Blanche Capra every inch of the way. They had returned to the city, the village and town that had been on the outskirts of the city before, which had originally belonged to the city where the Charlie Group was from. It was the closest city to the town, so they picked the closest hospital to bring Blanche Capra to, and all in all it was a natural progression, York Charlie and Blanche Capra were back in the city.

Blanche Capra woke up with her mind still in turmoil.

All she felt was an overwhelming headache, as if she had stayed up for days without sleep and then suddenly dozed off for only an hour. She was still sleepy and wanted to go back to sleep, even to the point of feeling like she could sleep until the end of time. But her head was swollen and swollen, and there seemed to be so many jumping and intertwining things inside her that she couldn’t sleep.

She woke up, and the moment she opened her eyes, her vision was of her own body covered in a white quilt, her whole body wrapped in it, and on this immaculate white background cloth rested a long, slender, bony, but wound-streaked, faintly reddish hand, the veins under the skin of which were spread in shunts like a network of rivers.

Blanche Capra squeezed her eyes shut again.

Why was she so afraid to look at his hands at the moment? Thinking of his ruthlessness his cruelty, thinking of the hate she felt for him, she wished she could ignore all the good he’d done for her, would rather pretend she’d seen nothing, so she could hate him in peace, with all her heart.Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

Her own hatred, her family’s hatred, wasn’t that enough?

The sins committed, the debts owed, she was going to make him pay.

A moment later, Blanche Capra slowly opened her eyes again, the hand on the sheet was still in front of her, but her eyes moved upward and she saw his other hand, upright, leaning on his head, and again, the back of that hand was still bruised to the bone. She pushed down the pain and strangeness in her heart and continued to look upward.

To her surprise, she met his eyes directly.

She was startled, wondering how he could have just happened to wake up at this exact moment. And York Charlie’s face jumped with warmth at the first sight of her awake, “You’re awake? Do you want something to eat?”

At the sound of his voice, Blanche Capra knew just how tired he was. Suppressing the heartache and guilt that had surfaced in her own mind, but those feelings returned and seemed to double at the sight of his hand, Blanche Capra suddenly felt a great deal of anger, resentment at the emotions she couldn’t control, and thus implicating that anger in him.

If it wasn’t for him, how could she be like this?

Blanche Capra spoke with great anger and agitation, “Why are you here? Get out! Get out! Get out!”

She shouted three times in a row, so hard that it seemed as if she could vent the anger that had piled up inside her through such words. But in reality, what was the use? She didn’t feel any of that anger less, and then she shed tears somewhat helplessly.

What was with the tears?

Blanche Capra felt herself jerked into the arms of the man in front of her, his embrace so tight and deep, as if she were afraid that she would have some kind of access to the sky and her soul would be able to get out of her body and thus get out of his arms and leave him. I don’t know whether she felt resentful of such a hug, or still resented him, or wanted to get more sufficient oxygen, she was shedding tears while slapping him and pushing him back, and he … was always indifferent.

“Listen to me, listen to me,” York Charlie whispered in her ear, “be quiet, don’t move around, and don’t cry, okay?”

Blanche Capra thought that this man she hated was really out of his mind, would she be quiet if he told her to be quiet? Was it possible to stop crying if you wanted to? How was crying or not crying controllable?

Was this person too stupid?

Blanche Capra cursed him ten times, twenty times in her mind, the movements in her hand still didn’t stop, she only bit her lip, biting herself painfully, the place closest to her in her afterglow was his bare neck, I don’t know if she was inspired by what happened before, she gave up her lower lip and bit his neck with one mouthful of teeth.