Master Charlie Was Tricked By A Woman

I don’t know if it’s every woman, who likes to listen to moving love words and do touching love affairs.

For Blanche Capra, just a plain sentence from the heart, than those “I love you”, “I miss you”, “you are my most precious” to be much more moving. “I love you”, “I miss you”, “You are my most precious”. Because those heartfelt words, those honest words, they are very moving in themselves.Property © NôvelDrama.Org.

Like York Charlie’s line, “I don’t know”.

It just, unbiasedly, hit Blanche Capra right in the heart.

But she doesn’t feel like she’s getting any better about the relationship. It was as if a demon held her captive at all times, and the more her heart moved for York Charlie, the more indignant her hatred became, and, in the end, she was only overwhelmed with anger at herself for moving on –

He’d done so many bad things, and even if she loved him, that was far too much to offset. How could she still allow such feelings to run rampant? She would have to learn to control them, to keep them in whatever place she wanted, or if she wanted to use them one day for her own vengeful goals, then she could take them out as well.

It’s best to be patient and restrained and put them away.

Blanche Capra was discharged from the hospital after a few days, and in the meantime she had vaguely heard that York Charlie was planning their wedding. As for where someone like her, who was practically hated by those around him, heard about it? Well, that was thanks to York Charlie’s devoted secretary Lean.

Twice when she was hospitalized, York Charlie had asked him to send her something, and that’s how SECRETARY Lean couldn’t resist telling her about that incident. Honestly, she wasn’t surprised when she heard it, what was so surprising about it? He’d asked her all about it, and she’d said yes to all of it.

It was just that at that moment, she admitted, she actually felt a sense of unreality.

She didn’t know whether she was right or wrong, she didn’t know whether she would lead things to an uncontrollable point, and she didn’t know what kind of mentality she had in mind when she did this.

It was revenge, she admonished herself, getting closer to him, closer to him, for revenge. But the moment she made the decision, there is no other thoughts, she really do not dare to think about it. Blanche Capra think that she may be a psychopath, day and night by reason and emotion, by love and hate, by all kinds of a pair of extremes of torture torment, she is about to be boiled into a bowl of black or red strange color of the bowl of water. I do not remember what day it was, but I do not remember what day it was, but I do not remember what day it was.

I don’t remember which day it was when York Charlie called out to her again.

These days, she had been getting along with York Charlie nonchalantly, ostensibly because he was busy, but actually … Blanche Capra didn’t really want to talk to him too much, fearing that she had accidentally developed any other, other than hateful, feelings for him again, although, those other than hateful feelings had also been more than enough. Hate in addition to feelings have been more than counted.

But, after all, the old ones were familiar, and she was okay with controlling them, so what about the new ones? How could she know what that new would be? Most of what was unfamiliar was unexpected.

Let’s take an example, when she first fell in love with someone, the love she felt was sour and sweet, and then as she continued to go deeper and deeper, she realized that such a feeling was bitter, astringent, spicy and salty, as for what else, she thought she had already tasted what she had tasted before, and she had tasted it enough, but what hadn’t come hadn’t come, and the time hadn’t yet come, not that it really wouldn’t come again.

It was not true that it would never come again. Everything was new, and the time had not yet come.

Blanche Capra was called by York Charlie that day, and she looked back at him frankly, waiting for him to speak, and he actually had uncertainty in his eyes, besides the exhaustion in them, and he said, “Do you want it? No regrets?”

Blanche Capra was full of it these days, too, so she caught it immediately, and without hesitation she answered, “Thought about it, and won’t regret it.”

Was this a vow she gave, or was it a declaration?

Saying I love you and I will always be good to you is a vow, saying I hate you and I will get back at you should be a proclamation. Blanche Capra is like someone who wears a mask, in fact, she always forgets that she’s wearing a mask, but has to say that she never forgets.

Saying seemingly beautiful things, but only seemingly, when in fact, in her heart, she was thinking of something so vicious but great.

It almost thrilled her.

…

After that, York Charlie’s move to prepare for the wedding became more and more obvious, before it was privately picking out the bridal villa, wedding planning, and even to the honeymoon trip, and finally on the stage, it is all over the place to give people a wide range of invitations. Of course, because of York Charlie’s identity relationship, wedding invitations are still in the drafting stage …

Inevitably, though, word of the wedding reached Mrs. Casey and Shireen Miller.

Shireen Miller was shocked when she heard about it, and her first thought was – are York Charlie and Blanche Capra getting married, has York Charlie decided to marry Blanche Capra, is Blanche Capra going to marry York Charlie, and is Blanche Capra going to marry Blanche Capra? Capra already married York Charlie? York Charlie … finally married Brandi, who was in love with her?

What about her? What about her?

Shireen Miller thought God must be playing a joke on her.

No way! She had to stop this wedding! So Shireen Miller apprehensively dialed Mrs. Casey’s number.

Mrs. Casey answered almost immediately. Shireen Miller was about to speak, but Mrs. Casey said, “Shireen, you’ve heard the news, haven’t you, and York’s preparing for your wedding!” She grinned as if she couldn’t be happier.

Shireen Miller froze, “Auntie, what did you … you say?” She suspected she had misheard.

“Gee,” laughed Mrs. Casey, “you child, are you stupid? I say, York is planning your wedding himself, yours and York’s! Shireen Miller and York Charlie’s!”

Mrs. Casey emphasized their names very hard.

Shireen Miller was still a bit dumbfounded, she didn’t seem to be able to keep up with Mrs. Casey’s thinking, was … it York Charlie’s and her wedding? Their wedding? Shireen Miller’s eyes widened as joy and excitement filled her body, as her heartbeat felt like it was going to explode.

Even Mrs. Casey had said so, it must be true! She’d thought about that before, about York Charlie and Blanche Capra’s wedding. How could York Charlie and Blanche Capra get married when there was so much between them?

Not to mention York Charlie’s side, Mrs. Casey would never, ever allow Blanche Capra to marry there, even on Blanche Capra’s side, her heart for the Charlie family, even for York Charlie, was complicated beyond belief, right? Between them, separated by hatred, separated by unresolved misunderstandings, separated by family opposition, separated by worldly controversies … Even, Shireen Miller remembered again, this child in her stomach is still there! Last time, Mrs. Casey had already announced the existence of this child in front of everyone, announcing that she was York Charlie’s future wife, so, who else was the person who married York Charlie this time … besides her?

That s it, that s right, that s it.

Shireen Miller had a sudden urge for time to move fast.

“Shireen,” spoke Mrs. Casey’s side, “isn’t it too happy for half a day?”

Shireen Miller, of course, was overjoyed, and at this point she didn’t hold back, nodding her head as she replied, “Auntie, I really feel happy, happier than I’ve ever been!”

Mrs. Casey also kept smiling, “I’m glad to be glad! It’s good to be happy! Auntie, I’m happy too! I’ll be even happier when you give birth to my grandson later!”