Master Charlie Was Tricked By A Woman

Only Nadia had an indifferent face with Blanche Capra the whole time.

This was another blow to Blanche Capra, although she had known they were getting married for a long time, whether she accepted it or not was another matter.

Nadia cautiously looks over at Blanche Capra, afraid that she’s going to cry again.

Blanche Capra looked just a little dazed, her eyes looking straight up at the stage, her clear pupils reflecting the images on stage, the blue background turning into ghostly blue halos in her eyes.

Just because she wasn’t crying didn’t mean she wasn’t sad.

Nadia regretted forcing Blanche Capra to come for her own selfish reasons.

Yet there was no use regretting it now; all they could do was watch Delia Field flaunt her happiness, her beaming face revealing the anticipation of marriage.

Her smile is all over the big screen.

Delia Field took the microphone and continued, “Back to the topic, the special guest for this concert, I think it’s time for me to announce it to everyone.”

“He, is my future husband, York Charlie.”

As the words left her mouth, Blanche Capra jerked to her feet, she just couldn’t sit there any longer, she couldn’t watch York Charlie smooch with Delia Field on stage and pretend she didn’t know anything about it.

No way.

She absolutely couldn’t take it.

Thinking she wanted to climb on stage and make a scene, Nadia hurriedly pulled Blanche Capra back and persuaded her to sit down, “We’ll see, we’ll be past this bridge soon.”

“…” Blanche Capra looked back at her, the aggravation in her eyes mingled with the pain and turned into tears, but they didn’t fall.

A single tear could pierce her fragile heart right now.

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Nadia felt guilty, but Blanche Capra didn’t blame her for anything.

Compared to their bitter drama, Delia Field’s side of the double wedding was a great atmosphere.

“Now let’s bring out our special guest!” After Delia Field finished speaking, she saw York Charlie slowly walk up from the stage, holding a large bouquet of roses in his hands, with only her in his eyes.

York Charlie didn’t even have time to care about the people on stage, the whole time he just looked at Delia Field and smiled dotingly.

Blanche Capra had seen this kind of doting look before and knew it only too well.

She had been spoiled like that once, the same person, the same eyes, the same devotion.

It was as if that kiss of the day before had been a mere handout to her.

Ridiculous, absurd!

Blanche Capra, unable to look away, got up again, covered her face and left the scene, and Nadia, seeing this, ceased to be a stopper; she went after her and followed Blanche Capra.

Nadia still lost her and all she could do was look for her everywhere, “Blanche, where are you?”

“Blanche …”

Blanche Capra threw up in the restroom, tears following her, looking wrecked and disheveled.

Every time she remembered the image she had just had. Her stomach was turning over, as if the baby in her stomach was picking up on her sadness and protesting as well.

What was she to do.

Why did York Charlie want to hurt her so much? To get back at her just because of what Moore Howard had said, then she’d rather he just kill her than this way.

It was like telling her to live and let die.

Blanche Capra came out of the restroom just as Nadia found her, Nadia hugged her and cried along with her, “I’m sorry, it’s my fault, I shouldn’t have insisted on bringing you here if I’d known, I’m really sorry …”

Blanche Capra was a bit calmer this time instead, patting her along the back, “It’s okay, it’s not like I blame you.”

“But …”

“Well, if you want to make amends, accompany me for a drink, I’m in a bad mood and I just want to drink.” And it was a good drink.

Nadia naturally obeyed her request one hundred percent.

“I’ll accompany you, I’ll accompany you.”

They found a nightclub nearby, Blanche Capra ordered a dozen root beers, and poured them as soon as they came up, the momentum startled Nadia, and she hurriedly advised her, “If you’re going to drink, take it easy, it’s very easy to get drunk when you drink like that.”

“I just want to get drunk, otherwise why do you think I come here to drink.” Blanche Capra half-lifted her eyes, looking lazy and arrogant, like a towering Persian cat.

She was just licking her wounds and numbing herself with alcohol.

It took half a drink for Blanche Capra to stop, the light in front of her eyes was blocked out and she and Nadia looked up at the man who had come over to accost them, “You two beauties, you’re in a bad mood, do you want to come over and hang out with us.”

The man points behind him, Blanche Capra drops her eyes, doesn’t even look at them, and shouts, “Get the fuck outta here.”

“What kind of attitude is that, I was kind enough to ask you guys because I saw you were lonely.” The man gets angry and cracks up at Blanche Capra, “If I didn’t see you as a woman, I’d have kicked you to death a long time ago.”

Nadia listened in fear. Let Blanche Capra or not be too impulsive.

Right now, no one talking would work for Blanche Capra.

She still didn’t look up, “Get the fuck out of here, you hear me.”

“You-” the man was about to swing his fist to punch Blanche Capra, she snapped her head up at that moment, her shadowy eyes and cold as ice look like a sharp blade cutting through his eyes, not angry.

The man eventually lowered his fist, “Forget it, I’m really looking away from hitting on a woman like you.”

After he left, Nadia looked at her adoringly, “Blanche, you were just so handsome.”

“It’s nothing, I was just thinking that it doesn’t matter if I get hit on, nothing else makes sense now that the people I care about don’t care about me anyway.”

Blanche Capra didn’t want to care about anything else right now, she just wanted to get drunk.

Blanche Capra is a heavy drinker, she can drink half a dozen times, and she will not stop until she is drunk, Nadia will not let her drink, she will make a scene, “I’m like this, can’t you even let me drink enough at one time!”

When she said that, Nadia didn’t dare to stop her, but she didn’t dare to drink any more herself, lest both of them get drunk later, who would send Blanche Capra home.

Besides, the man who had just left was still staring at the place, just waiting for the two of them to get drunk and pick up the pieces.

Any lower proof alcohol like hers would get her drunk sooner or later, and Blanche Capra finally got what she wanted, but it didn’t make her much happier, it made her sadder.

She was just showing her true feelings.

Blanche Capra grabbed Nadia’s hand and rested her head on her shoulder, her whole body shaking.

She cried carefully, her sobs so shrill and weak that only Nadia could hear them, but the tears were like a faucet with a broken valve, and she couldn’t stop them.

Nadia wiped her tears and patted her back to smooth her breath, “Okay don’t cry.”

Blanche Capra cried harder, “I want York Charlie, Nadia, I want York Charlie.”

“What did I do wrong for them to take York Charlie away from me …,” Blanche Capra bawled, her cries were quickly muffled by the lively electric music, no one but Nadia cared about how much she was how much pain she was in right now.

Just as Blanche Capra was crying for York Charlie to come over, her cell phone rang – it was Francesca Jones calling.

Nadia hesitates to answer it, she looks at Blanche Capra in her arms, she grabs her by the collar as if she were grabbing for a lifeline and looks at her with pleading eyes, “Will you get York Charlie here?”

Nadia got on the phone anyway.