Master Charlie Was Tricked By A Woman

Blanche Capra thought she was sheltered by Shireen Miller and Lorcan George from what York Charlie and Delia Field had done to her, but she was all in on York Charlie and was a loser from the start.

There’s no way she can’t think about it and care about what York Charlie’s been up to.

Besides, now that things about Delia Field and York Charlie are a hot topic in town, the heat just doesn’t come down, and Delia Field’s personal announcements just don’t stop.

Blanche Capra turns on the TV after three meals a day and all she sees is Delia Field and York Charlie, who are like Siamese twins, their names rarely appearing separately.

York Charlie also seems to want to annoy Blanche Capra, the day of the dispute soon after the frequent rumors of York Charlie and Delia Field wedding news, from Delia Field and York Charlie’s invitation list to the smallest wedding arrangements, giving people the impression that they will be married in a few days.

But Delia Field and York Charlie also delayed to give a specific time, only said close, hanging reporters appetite.

As soon as there is a report that doubts the authenticity of Delia Field and York Charlie’s marriage, Delia Field will pull York Charlie out to show their love again.

In the past, York Charlie didn’t like to be exposed in front of the media, so if you wanted to interview him once, sometimes you couldn’t even get his consent even if you broke your lips.

Now that he’s in love with Delia Field, he’s willing to do anything for her.

Blanche Capra watched the TV news with mixed feelings.

The entertainment news anchors droned on and on gossiping about York Charlie’s romance with Delia Field, from the time they met to the time they were now getting married, and it was no less exciting than what Blanche Capra had experienced when she was with York Charlie.All rights © NôvelDrama.Org.

What was different was that Delia Field’s path to love with York Charlie had been smooth all the way through, whereas she and York Charlie had stumbled all the way through and hadn’t had a good outcome yet.

Watching the news and seeing the stupefied, vacant eyes, Blanche Capra’s head buzzing, it didn’t matter what the presenter was saying, the image of York Charlie swooping Delia Field up to attend the event was enough to hurt.

Shireen Miller woke up late and when she came downstairs yawning, Blanche Capra was already sitting on the hall watching the TV in the dark.

“Why don’t you get some more sleep?” Shireen Miller walked towards her and yawned again, tears hanging from the corners of her eyes.

Blanche Capra looked back up with little expression on her face, “I couldn’t sleep, I had to get up very early every day for the first few months for the company and now I have a biological clock.”

It was only seven o’clock and Blanche Capra had already washed up, had breakfast and had a video conference with her assistant and secretary.

Shireen Miller sits down next to her and is just reaching for a pastry to eat when she looks up and sees that the TV news is on again with Delia Field’s shit with York Charlie.

Blanche Capra, already ashen-faced and out of sorts, looks at her again.

Shireen Miller grabbed the remote and turned off the TV, “Don’t watch these reports, those reporters know how to write about nothing but chaos all day long, you don’t have to believe them.”

“I know, but it’s also true that they’re getting married.” Blanche Capra sighed long and hard every time she talked about it, and she was slowly coming to terms with the fact that she just wasn’t happy about it.

And if she wasn’t happy about it, what could she do?

York Charlie wouldn’t even look her in the eye, and even if she came up to him, he’d push her away, caught up in his own self, just like Shireen Miller said.

Shireen Miller wants to comfort her, but doesn’t know where to start.

Blanche Capra knew that she had made someone else worry about her again, and she quickly changed her demeanor, forcing a smile, “It’s nothing, you don’t have to worry about me, I’m not going to be crushed by this bit of news.”

But it would be a lie to say that she wasn’t heartbroken.

“I’ll go tell the cook to heat up breakfast while you clean up for breakfast.” Blanche Capra got up and left, not letting Shireen Miller see her drooping look.

Seeing Blanche Capra like this, Shireen Miller looked down at the newspaper on the table, which again featured York Charlie and Delia Field dominating the headlines.

For the first time in her life, she felt that York Charlie had no vision; Blanche Capra had fought with her for so long, had gone through so much suffering with him, had been tortured by Moore Howard so many times, and finally she let go of him and the two of them could finally be together, but in the end, York Charlie fell into the water, and then came back to the shore and had amnesia.

Just forget about Blanche Capra.

Even if she forgets, she still has a crush on another woman, who is always against Blanche Capra, and is a bad woman who hides a knife in her smile.

How could she tell? She used to be a bad woman, a kindred spirit to Delia Field, and the other woman’s smile and supposed friendliness seemed fake to Shireen Miller.

The thought that York Charlie had been duped by such a woman made Shireen Miller furious as an outsider.

She felt the need to do something about Blanche Capra.

…

When she didn’t need to be on a video conference, Blanche Capra was either reading a book, going for a walk in the backyard, or else she was holed up in her room, with no lights on on cloudy days, the interior dimly lit, and the curtains drawn, curled up under the covers like a cat in need of hibernation.

This was her life.

Shireen Miller talked to Lorcan George about taking Blanche Capra out for a walk.

It was all agreed upon, but Lorcan George got a call from his secretary saying that there was an emergency at the office, so he had to rush back to the office, leaving Shireen Miller to accompany Blanche Capra.

Shireen Miller asked Lorcan George for the keys to the Maserati in the garage and took Blanche Capra out for a stroll.

Blanche Capra was reluctant at first, “Look at the weather, it’s going to rain.”

It’s cold and it’s not even more freezing when it’s raining.

She was talking in the car and could still see the hot clouds of air coming out of her mouth.

“It’s been this weather all winter this year,” Shireen Miller wouldn’t let her back out, “Besides, we’re all hanging out in a department store, it’s not like we’re going to get rained on.”

Blanche Capra couldn’t argue with Shireen Miller before she gave in, “Okay.”

She buckled her seatbelt and Shireen Miller immediately hit the gas and sped off.

Shireen Miller’s intention was to let Blanche Capra vent by buying, it wouldn’t unravel her mind, but it would at least give her a break.

Blanche Capra still looked disinterested and by the time she got out of the car she was urging Shireen Miller to go back, “I’ve got enough clothes at home, and a lot of them aren’t worn.”

That was all sourced for her by York Charlie who had a professional stylist who said it was a responsibility he should have as a husband.

What had been a happy memory was now making her face even more haggard.

Shireen Miller took her hand and wouldn’t let go, “Just don’t be stubborn with me here, there are never enough clothes for a woman.”

She drew a black card from her wallet, “Lorcan George is paying for it today, so we can shop in peace.”

Blanche Capra was amused by her, “You’re a power pitcher.”

Just after saying that Shireen Miller’s face reddened, “We’re not … married yet how can we call it a pitiful husband.”

“Speaking of which, when are you and Lorcan George planning to get married?” Blanche Capra and Shireen Miller were arm-in-arm shopping at the counter, and when they saw a nice dress, they asked the shopper to wrap it up.

“It’s not that soon.”

Blanche Capra squinted at her, with a meaningful smile on her face, “Who knows, you guys are living together now, in case of a surprise, Lorcan George will surely pull you to get a license, it’s called getting on the bus first and then replacing the ticket.”

Shireen Miller’s cheeks blushed with shame, the corner of her mouth couldn’t help but hook up again, “Don’t you talk nonsense.”

As soon as the words left her mouth, her face suddenly changed.