Master Charlie Was Tricked By A Woman

The Field family had moved the group headquarters to the city, just for Delia Field’s future development in the entertainment industry with a background to support, with such a strong backing, that is, there are unfavorable reports about Delia Field, will be quickly cleared.

Before and after the stage, Delia Field can be said to be held in the heart of favor.

It’s not easy for her to deal with whoever she wants.

Except, of course, Blanche Capra.

Blanche Capra made Delia Field alert, she thought that with her own posture and background, she would never lose to her, but she did not expect that at most it would be a tie.

More importantly, she could clearly detect the heartache in York Charlie’s eyes the moment he saw her crying, something she, Delia Field, had not seen before.

That was his true emotion.

Now he was, in fact, a remodeled work of art that had lost its own soul.

But, so what?

…

The Field family villa at first light.

York Charlie was sitting at the dining table, the table full of food in front of him, Delia Field was sitting across from him, but he was slow to move his chopsticks, as if he had something on his mind.

Delia Field took the initiative to ask him, “What’s wrong, did something happen?”

York Charlie came back to his senses, the corners of his mouth hooked up slightly, “Nothing.”

“Where’s Uncle? Why hasn’t he come down yet?” It was then that York Charlie realized Lynel Field wasn’t there.

Even though Lynel Field claimed that he was his son, York Charlie just couldn’t say it out loud, he always felt that the last time he said “Dad” was a long time ago, so long that he didn’t have any memory of it now.

Delia Field wasn’t in a hurry, he was already her own.

He’d been sitting at the table for a quarter of an hour, and now he realized that Lynel Field hadn’t shown up for dinner, so what had York Charlie been thinking about?

I’m sure it had something to do with Blanche Capra.

Delia Field watched him and patiently replied, “Dad’s meeting a client tonight so he won’t have time to eat with us, let’s eat first.”

“Good.” York Charlie then moved his chopsticks.

But he still didn’t look very energetic, a state that had lasted for quite a while.

It started when that party was organized.

His own man had been seduced by a woman who was a stranger to him, and Delia Field’s pride couldn’t swallow it, and jealousy flared in her heart.

However, as York Charlie turned his gaze toward her, she changed to that gentle face and asked him with a smile, “Are you still thinking about Blanche Capra.”

York Charlie’s hand pauses and he looks up, not changing his tone, “Thinking about her for what? She was really getting on my nerves that night, and I’m still sick of you talking about her.”

That’s what he said, but ever since that day with Blanche Capra, his heart was always empty, feeling like a piece of it had been ripped out.

No, it had been hollowed right out.

York Charlie was born with a deep city, and even with his amnesia he still maintained his usual style, so it was difficult for Delia Field to guess his mind from his change in demeanor alone.

She could only ask as if she was following a trail, “You say that, so it means you still remember her?”

Usually, no one could make York Charlie care for this long.

“Are you jealous?” York Charlie asked instead of answering her question head on.

Delia Field gave him a piece of softly braised beef and laughed, “You think I’d be jealous over something so trivial?”

“That’s true.” York Charlie flashed a mocking smile that only lasted a split second before he reeled it back in, “Is Blanche Capra’s ex-boyfriend really that much like me? Or is that a heavy name.”

He still can’t believe he had a thing with Blanche Capra to this day.

Delia Field raised an eyebrow, “I don’t know about that, I just got back too.”

“I’ll look into her again sometime, I’m afraid she has ulterior motives.” York Charlie finished, Delia Field blinked to block out a flash of displeasure.

“You don’t need to do this kind of small thing, I’ll send someone to investigate, you’d better focus on helping my father manage the company.” Delia Field took the initiative to take on this task.

The Field Group, as a rising star, was now on the upswing, and as long as it was properly managed, the group would soon be at its peak, and might be able to compete with the old family businesses in town-namely, the Charlie Group.

Now that she’d said that, York Charlie didn’t mention Blanche Capra again.

But he couldn’t get his soul back for a while.

Because of Blanche Capra, Delia Field didn’t have much appetite for the meal, and like York Charlie, she left the restaurant without eating much.

Before leaving, she whispered to the maid, “Tell the butler to change the cook.”

It was unappetizing.

Delia Field mentions a career, and York Charlie is self-conscious that he can’t stay in such a trance.

He took a hasty shower and went to his study to work on the backlog of papers-Lynel Field hadn’t given him the core work yet, and there wasn’t much he had to do that wasn’t hard for him.

That was why Lynel Field was willing to publicly state that he was leaving the company in the hands of his son-in-law.

Delia Field went out on a trip and came back to find him out of his room, she took her tweed coat off and turned to the study to look for him.

She hugged York Charlie from behind, startling him-he’d just lost his concentration again.

“What’s wrong?” York Charlie stood up and let her wrap her arms around his neck as he wrapped his arms around her slender waist.

Even with Blanche Capra still on his mind, York Charlie still put on the airs of being her boyfriend.

He looked at Delia Field favorably, “It feels like you’ve been especially clingy lately.”

Actually, it was him who was distant from her.

“Don’t you like it?” Delia Field asked him, cocking her head.

York Charlie shakes his head and wraps his arms around her tighter, “Love it, you know I didn’t mean it like that.”

Delia Field laughed, “I know, why are you so serious.”

“It’s not that I’m afraid you’ll get carried away.”

It’s the thief who’s afraid of what she’ll think.

Delia Field shook her head, her delicate side face outlined perfect curves under the light.

“But I do have something I want to talk about these days, it’s just not very nice.” Delia Field was about to sell it when York Charlie wouldn’t let her, “If you don’t tell me, I’m going to tickle you.”

His hand traced her waist twice, Delia Field just couldn’t take it anymore and begged for mercy with a smile, “I know, I’ll tell you now, just leave me alone.”

York Charlie’s hand stopped moving, “Wanna say what?”

“When are we getting married?” Delia Field asked him, burying her face in the hollow of his shoulder, “You’re not even thinking about it, are you?”

It sounded like a complaint, but it was actually a pout.

To be honest, York Charlie had really forgotten about the wedding and the license; he’d assumed that going public would be pretty much the same thing.

“I hear you.” York Charlie smiles, sort of delivering a perfect answer, Delia Field is flattered, she’s already drawn the blueprints of what her dream wedding should look like.

The smile on York Charlie’s face deepened, “You’ve been planning it out so quickly.”

“Yeah, I’ve been waiting for you to marry me for a long time.” Delia Field said this as they embraced, neither of them able to see the other’s expression.

Delia Field’s look was meaningful, and York Charlie was thoughtful.

He knew it was probably a little unkind of him to do this, but he just couldn’t help himself as the look of Blanche Capra crying came to mind.

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