Master Charlie Was Tricked By A Woman

Blanche Capra was so confused that she couldn’t even react before she was vilified by the mocking smile on York Charlie’s face.

There it was again, he had given her a candy bar and was about to give her a whip.

Blanche Capra puts herself at her lowest before him, even his inexplicable behavior, she accepts it all and never resists.

She warily asked York Charlie, “What did I do wrong again …”

As soon as she saw his cold down face, Blanche Capra knew she was going to be unpopular again.

York Charlie sneered, “Don’t you know what you did wrong yourself?”

“Tell me what I did wrong, I really don’t know,” Blanche Capra clasped her hands together and looked at him with a despondent expression, “If I knew, I would change.”

She did as he wished her to do.

York Charlie turned his back on her, there was no way he could look at her with that pathetic look and say cruel words.

But right now, if he wasn’t ruthless, he had no other way to escape this spiral.

He couldn’t be led by the nose by Blanche Capra.

“Since you don’t have any self-knowledge at all, I’ll tell you this,” York Charlie’s tone was cold, as if he were talking about something that had nothing to do with him.

“Didn’t you bring me here specifically to seduce me?”

What?!!!

Blanche Capra looked at him incredulously, she couldn’t believe that he would say such a thing, didn’t he know that it was an insult to her?

Blanche Capra instantly burst into tears, “I didn’t! I’m just trying to find a way to jog your memory as much as possible.”

Besides, their relationship was husband and wife, how could she call it a seduction when she asked him to come home and visit.

Even when she said that, York Charlie’s attitude was all still so cold, shutting her out, “What a grandiose excuse, you fooled yourself, you can’t fool me.”

“What am I fooling you for, I really love you, York …,” Blanche Capra wiped the tears from her face, she had cried hard enough today and didn’t want to cry in front of him again.

She tried to be strong, but York Charlie always had a way of taking the high walls she had managed to build up and shattering them over and over again.

“Now that I think about it all the things that have come to pass have been quite a coincidence, and it was quite a fight for you to risk a car accident just so I could send you back.”

His words, barbed and harsh.

Blanche Capra thought he was really getting out of line and she couldn’t believe York Charlie would say something like that to her.

“I didn’t ask for you to send me back, Delia Field mentioned it to you, and you can blame me for that?” Blanche Capra felt so angry and amused that she was going to snap back at him-his wife-to-be had asked for that and not her-but thought better of it.

She didn’t want to expose herself.

No matter what Blanche Capra said, York Charlie was certain she was the premeditation.

“That’s just your one-sided statement, who knows what the reality is.” As York Charlie’s words trailed off, he turned around and looked at her with eyes that were cold to the point of freezing.

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It was as if it was just the last bit of ash burning and quickly extinguished.

Blanche Capra had stopped arguing now, not that she was at a loss for words, but she had finally realized what kind of woman she was in his mind – scheming, deep, and willing to do whatever it took to get what she wanted.

She also tried every possible way to steal someone else’s fiancé.

Blanche Capra smiles bitterly, so that’s how he sees her.

York Charlie took her silence as acquiescence, not without a sneer and questioned her again and again, “What exactly is your purpose in approaching me and seducing me with so much effort.”

Don’t tell him that Blanche Capra really loves him, he doesn’t believe it.

He would never trust someone’s flowery words so easily.

Blanche Capra sighed, “What if I said I only did it because I couldn’t let go of you.”

“What.” York Charlie hadn’t expected that answer.

Blanche Capra stayed less than a meter away from him, but she always felt that the distance between their hearts was so far, she tried to catch up and could never catch up with him.

“I’ve been looking for you for months and I’m really happy to find you alive.” There was little expression on Blanche Capra’s gaunt face, exhaustion taking over her eyes.

“But I didn’t expect to see you standing next to someone else, or that you were getting married, I waited months for you and you fell in love with someone else.” Blanche Capra closed her eyes, “I’m the one who put you in this situation, and I don’t blame you, I’ve thought about letting it go and giving you happiness.”

“So many years of love and hate entanglement, you have long been a branded existence in my heart, how can I say let go?” Blanche Capra still could not hold back, tears fell down her cheeks.

Blanche Capra’s true feelings still did not get York Charlie’s pity, and he even went to the trouble of taunting her, “You know how to play these bitter tricks, I won’t believe you, and you won’t be able to tamper with my past in this way.”

“Am I that untrustworthy?” Blanche Capra sniffled a little, she raised her eyes to look at York Charlie, her vision blurred by tears, but she could still vaguely see his engraved contours and features, and his unchanging cold demeanor.

“Who let you always do something unappealing, like a dog’s skin, once you get on me, you refuse to come off, not a bit of self-awareness.”

He insisted on interpreting her that way, and there was nothing Blanche Capra could do about it; she nodded, and the tears were shaken from her eyes.

York Charlie hated the look that naturally came over Blanche Capra’s face when she saw him-tender, expectant, and tinged with nervousness, her eyes always sparkling, seeming to take in the stars and the sea, clear and shining.

She wasn’t some iceberg beauty at all, who immediately melted as soon as she was in front of him.

Because seeing her like this would cause ripples in his calm-as-dead-water heart, he hated it.

“In the future, it’s best if we don’t see each other outside of work, and you don’t act like you know me well, I don’t remember you, and those stories you made up do sound moving, but none of them have anything to do with me.”

York Charlie said and turned to leave.

Blanche Capra saw this and wanted to go up to him to stay, but he spoke before her, “Don’t you follow me, wasn’t what I just said clear enough?”

She stopped in her tracks.

After he left, Blanche Capra crouched down. She was too tired.

Hugging her knees and weeping silently, her mind still reliving those memories of her time with York Charlie that in retrospect seemed like she’d made a fool of herself.

After York Charlie left, the room fell into a deathly silence. All that remained was the sound of Blanche Capra’s breathing-disorganized and tinged with sobs.

She missed him so much.

Obviously having been treated that way, Blanche Capra still misses York Charlie.

She guards his things with tears, then suddenly remembers that she has things left to do-the safe hasn’t been opened yet.

She tries to enter her birthday.

“Dropping.”

The safe door lock unlocked.

Blanche Capra opened it, and the layers of gold bars and jewelry stacked on top of each other didn’t attract much of her attention; the first thing she saw was a marriage certificate sitting on top of all these expensive, if not valuable, things.

She didn’t hold back and bawled.