Master Charlie Was Tricked By A Woman

The more Delia Field said that, the more York Charlie became vain.

Still, he figured it wouldn’t be recognized.

But he couldn’t go on like this; he had no reason to betray Delia Field.

Blanche Capra was nothing more than a partner, she got hurt and he brought her to the hospital. It was as simple as that.

At that exact moment, the doctor walks out of the infirmary and yells Blanche Capra’s name, “Who’s Blanche Capra, your report is in.”

The doctor yells so loud that Delia Field on the other end of the phone hears him, not to mention York Charlie.

York Charlie also realized that his lie was broken, but he still pretended to be calm, “Don’t worry, I’ll be back soon, just had some personal business to take care of.”

“In that case, well, I’ll wait for you to come back then.” Delia Field’s tone didn’t sound too different, it was just less intimate and felt like an act.

They were both wearing masks.

Hanging up the phone, York Charlie made plans to leave, walking over to Blanche Capra and asking her, with little expression on his face, “How are the results?”

“Everything is fine with the fetus, it’s just that I’m weak and need more attention.” While Blanche Capra was elated, she also noticed his sudden coldness.

It was as if the water that had hardly gotten warm had been turned off before it boiled, and quickly cooled down.

The call just now was …

York Charlie was in a hurry to go back, “If there’s nothing else I’ll go back first, I’ll pay for the restaurant, you can just go straight back.”

“Wait.” Blanche Capra grabbed his hand, this one hundred and eighty degree change in his attitude made her unable to react at once.

Why was he doing this to her?

York Charlie frowned and glared back at her, “What’s wrong with that again, I’ve been with you all day, it’s quitting time, I think I’m entitled to go back.”

In one fell swoop he brought their relationship back to square one, not giving her the slightest right to fight back.

It was cruel.

Blanche Capra dropped her eyes and looked sad, “Do you have to treat me with this attitude? It was fine just now, did I do something wrong?”

Her pitiful look was so endearing that even York Charlie, who had always been as cold as ice, began to feel a little guilty.

But, so what?

“So what else do you want? Your appearance has already disrupted my life know?” York Charlie held down his brow, his head aching vaguely, as if something was reviving.

In the end it didn’t germinate.

It couldn’t really be all Blanche Capra’s fault, he hadn’t gotten a handle on his emotions himself.NôvelDrama.Org owns © this.

Blanche Capra immediately reddened – more than half of the tears she had shed in her life had been for this man.

But he remained desperate.

“Take my word for it, we’ve really known each other for a long time, I’m your wife, it’s just that you’ve forgotten me with your memory loss.” Blanche Capra was on the verge of a breakdown, she didn’t know what to say to York Charlie to make him believe.

Had he really moved on and fallen in love with Delia Field?

York Charlie had heard her say these things more than once, and not only did he not believe it, he was getting even more fed up with it, “Don’t you ever pull any more of that mumbo jumbo with me, I don’t want to hear any more of that crap from you.”

“But-” It was all true.

“But what, I thought your character wasn’t as difficult as I thought, but I didn’t realize that you’re still dead set on it.”

He’d put it that way, and a normal person would have to shake their head and walk away, even if they had a good temper.

Who knew that Blanche Capra was not a normal person, she still held on to his hand with a death grip, tears washing her cheeks, “Do you have to say things so harshly?”

“You made me do it, and don’t try to get sympathy with your tears.”

York Charlie was actually gagging himself as he said those words.

He just wouldn’t admit it.

Blanche Capra wiped away her tears and looked at him seriously, “Okay, I’m not going to cry, so I’m just going to ask you, do you really not remember me at all? I’m Blanche Capra, ah, formerly known as Brandi, you’ve known me since before.”

Blanche Capra even brought up that past of Brandi’s in order to be able to jog his memory.

Brandi.

A vague image flashed through his mind, but it quickly disappeared again, or rather he instinctively suppressed it.

“No, I didn’t hear your name before the party, and I don’t know Brandi as a person, do you understand when I talk like this? How many times do I have to say it before you understand.” York Charlie took his angst at having his lie blown out on Blanche Capra.

“That’s okay, I have pictures, you might remember if you look at our old pictures, and our marriage license.” Blanche Capra held on to a glimmer of hope still waiting for him to turn around.

York Charlie forcefully wrenched her hand away, the cufflinks on his suit were ripped off and he didn’t much care.

“I’ve got things to take care of, so go back on your own.”

“And the next time you tell me any of this shit, I’m definitely not going to have any more personal dealings with you.” He didn’t need to draw fire.

Especially now that he was all set to marry Delia Field.

Blanche Capra still clutched his cufflinks in her hand, and she watched him leave with thirsty eyes, but couldn’t wait for him to turn around.

She looked down, rubbing the delicate pattern on the cufflinks, which were gold and reflected her ashen face.

Blanche Capra forgets how she calmly walked out of the hospital and took a cab back, all she could think about was York Charlie, who had taken over.

Like a movie constantly rewinding the once upon a time when they were in love.

Was it possible that their ten years hadn’t been as much love as Delia Field’s few months?

Or, as Nadia said when she approached her best friend Nadia with her grievances, “Love can’t be measured in time, the right time to meet the right person makes it work out, the wrong match can be devastatingly costly to wait for if you have to stick around.”

She’s paying that price right now.

Yet, she still wasn’t willing to let go.

The city streetscape was busy, the light was strange, the light was blocked out of the car windows, the glass windows reflecting every view that passed by, and Blanche Capra’s eyes twinkled, not with a star-like sparkle.

They were tears she had piled on.

Blanche Capra motioned for the driver to stop near her home, “Keep the rest of it to yourself.”

“Thanks.”

She tried to walk slowly to the door by herself.

Walking all the way to her door with her head down, Blanche Capra was completely oblivious to the fact that there was someone ahead of her waiting for her.

Blanche Capra saw shadows cast ahead of her and she looked up, in front of her were a couple of strange young men, looking dribbling and out of their element.

She thought they were up to something and subconsciously backed away.

The other party approached and surrounded her, but did not make a move, it was a split face scolding, “You bitch, how can you still have the face to run to York Charlie, you know in your own heart how much you have caused him to suffer.”

“Have some face, you snatched his position as president, and now you want to seduce the son-in-law of THE FIELD FAMILY, do you want to swallow THE FIELD GROUP in this way, really deliberate, uneasy with good intentions.”

It should be the same gang as the people who just beat her and scolded her in the restaurant, Blanche Capra heard it, she was surrounded and powerless to push them away, she could only cover her ears and close her eyes.