Master Charlie Was Tricked By A Woman

Seeing Blanche Capra’s look of frustration, Shireen Miller knew she’d accomplished her goal-she was trying to sabotage her relationship with York Charlie.

Shireen Miller thought it was ridiculous that she just loved seeing Blanche Capra like this.

“Is it fear?”

Blanche Capra snapped her head up to glare at her, her voice stern, “Don’t blame me for taking a swing at you if you say that again.”

Shireen Miller thought to herself what did she have to be afraid of, it was just a flesh wound.

It was better to have Blanche Capra in pain.

“Are you afraid to face reality?” Shireen Miller hooked the corners of her mouth in a cold and smug smile, “But reality is right in front of us, so what can we do?”

“Shut up.” Blanche Capra smacked her across the mouth with the back of her hand, gasping for air.

Shireen Miller, raw from the blow, but happy, crouched down to rest for a moment and looked at the dead leaves that had fallen to the ground, lost in thought, “So I’m so pathetic.”

Blanche Capra rushed home in a huff and the maid, looking at her like a burning ball of fire, winked at the chauffeur at the door, who shook his head-it was best not to mess with her.

“Where’s York Charlie? Didn’t you say you’d be back early?” Blanche Capra’s face was expressionless as she took off her coat and tossed it to the maid, “This is pissing me off.”

The words were not meant for York Charlie.

But York Charlie picked it up, “What could possibly make you so angry?”

Blanche Capra turns her head, only to realize that York Charlie is sitting in the hall waiting for her, a glass of brandy on the table already bottomed out.From NôvelDrama.Org.

At the sight of York Charlie, Blanche Capra’s mind automatically flashed back to what Shireen Miller had told her tonight, and even though the words were unproven, she knew that York Charlie was definitely not innocent.

She had loved and hated him, and now, naturally, there was more hatred in her heart.

With a bad attitude towards him, “What do you care?”

York Charlie heard that the smell of gunpowder was not right, “Is it that someone is again taking advantage of my absence to say bad things about me in front of you?”

He was all used to arguing over such things.

But he wouldn’t tell Blanche Capra the truth for a while.

Nor did he want Blanche Capra to proceed with the investigation.

Blanche Capra looked at him askance and grunted, “You know how bad you’re getting a bad reputation outside, I won’t talk to you anymore, I’m angry when I see you, I’ll go back to my room first.”

The maid called out to her from behind, “Miss Capra, you haven’t drunk the bird’s nest today, the cook just boiled it, the temperature is just right now.”

“No more, you guys eat, it’s useless for me to supplement any more, I’m not giving birth.” Blanche Capra is now an untimely bomb that could blow up at any time.

York Charlie sighed and still followed upstairs.

Blanche Capra rushes into the bedroom like a firecracker, and doesn’t forget to bring the door with her, slamming it with a bang that makes the whole hallway look like it’s shaking. She’d showered and gone out today, and tonight she’d given Shireen Miller such a touch that her hand still remembered the feel of it.

It would remind her of those words, and Shireen Miller’s look of contempt, and the more she thought about it, the more disgusted she felt, so she simply stripped off her clothes and took another shower.

No sooner had she removed her outer shirt than she was enveloped by a pair of hands, and her back was pressed against it, her stomach against the back of the couch, and she couldn’t move her hand with her shirt for a moment.

What was York Charlie doing? Didn’t he know that her mind was bothering her right now?

He is not afraid that she will give him another stab.

York Charlie embraced the return of the beauty, the feeling in his heart is naturally comfortable, it is this beauty is not very happy, he can feel her angry line of sight through the back, penetrating not the sofa, it is him.

After a moment of silence, Blanche Capra spoke quietly, “What are you doing? I’m about to take a shower here, don’t pounce on me like a wild animal in heat all day.”

“Didn’t you hear me when I told you to let go?”

She was really angry.

Who the hell was out there saying bad things about him?

York Charlie’s heart sank as he was joyful and angry, just sticking to her, not letting go, but not saying anything either.

That was the most pestering thing about him.

Blanche Capra gave in to the grinding before her body softened, but the sharpness in her words was undiminished, “You know what? I learned something more about the past today, and it has something to do with you, too.”

Is he going to listen?

York Charlie didn’t even ask, his thin lips wandered between her hair, his warm breath lingered in her ear, his voice carried a hint of ecstasy but was firm, “Blanche, believe me, I didn’t do anything to hurt you, don’t listen to anyone else, am I less trustworthy than anyone else?”

“I’m afraid you’re the only one who knows the answer to that, to be honest I’ve been around you for so long I’ve never been able to read your mind.” She just knew he loved her, that was all.

Blanche Capra thought it was ridiculous that she couldn’t even tell now if what York Charlie was saying was true or not, it was the news coming from outside that seemed more real and believable, even if it was what that Shireen Miller woman was telling her.

She sneered, still refusing to turn to face him, and just by the tone of her voice she knew she must look mockingly uncomfortable right now.

“Is that really what you think?” She asked him coldly.

“Or else? I don’t think all those little tidbits of information you’ve been poking around out there are going to be any more credible than me telling you myself.” York Charlie seemed confident in himself that he could give Blanche Capra the happiness she wanted and wouldn’t do anything to wrong her in the future.

That’s what he thought.

What about the past?

“Does that count for hurting Brandi? Don’t you forget what you did to her back then, putting a bullet in her heart when she needed your help the most.” Blanche Capra had realized as soon as she asked the question that this was an unintentional admission that she was the Brandi from back then.

It didn’t matter though, Brandi was like a spirit that had been living inside her for over a decade, Brandi could have been around for much longer, but she ended up giving York Charlie a hard choke.

So Blanche Capra, a soul with a thousand holes in it, was born.

She just didn’t realize that Brandi’s shadow was still there after her rebirth and that she was still hopelessly in love with the man.

Feeling the man behind her stiffen his shoulders, Blanche Capra grew more and more sarcastic; he could really punch himself in the face.

“What’s the matter? Can’t answer? Because you have nothing to say?” Blanche Capra provoked him, hoping he would give her a quick explanation, but he was just silent.

“what did the Russell family do wrong to be treated like that and what did Brandi do wrong? Do you know how careful she is with you? She was afraid you’d break up with her if anything went wrong, and she was just a normal, innocent high school student when you did that to her.”

Thinking back to how blushing and youthful Brandi looked every time she saw him, she thought that her liking could be exchanged for an equal amount of devotion from him.

And it turned out that’s how he responded to her feelings-without words, a look, a turn away.

It was enough to break her young heart.

Saying more, Blanche Capra felt like she was going to turn into a second Shireen Miller as well, and she paused to gather her thoughts and, in the process, adjust her breathing, which had been disturbed by her anger.

York Charlie was always quiet on such matters, and as Blanche Capra was impatient by nature, she could only wait for him for a moment, just a moment.

She thought she could always wait for an answer, even if it was the last thing she wanted to hear.