Master Charlie Was Tricked By A Woman

Blanche Capra remained where she was.

She took deep, long breaths, trying to ease the depression in her heart. She knew that she might lose this good friend from now on. After what had happened between the two of them, and after she had hurt him so deeply, how could she ever be as open and comfortable with him as she had been before?

She stood for a long time until another car pulled up beside her.

With a glance at the familiar model of the car, she didn’t have to think to know who the visitor was.

She tried to walk away, and before she could take a step, someone rushed out and shoved her into the passenger seat.

It was so fast and furious that Blanche Capra was dumbfounded.

On the way to the car speeding fast.

Blanche Capra watched him take her all the way to his house, and when she got out of the car and entered his house, she was still confused.

Until a woman’s shrill voice rang out.

“Blanche Capra! Get the hell out of here!”

Blanche Capra looked towards the woman who stood up from the sofa and was as grumpy as a lioness at the sight of herself, and was currently wearing a cheongsam embroidered with intricate gold thread patterns on a white background, with her hair purposely straightened and pulled behind her head with a delicate jade hairpin.

It seemed that she had deliberately dressed up.

Only once she saw herself, that graceful and elegant temperament broke down.

Blanche Capra didn’t say anything, but snorted out a laugh.

Think it is, Shireen Miller is not easy to carefully dress up their own, full of expectation waiting for York Charlie back to please him, did not expect their own this “enemy” actually followed together back.

Can she not be furious?

She’s not sure about others, but when it comes to Shireen Miller, she’s 100% sure.

Shireen Miller was furious when she saw Blanche Capra’s mocking smile. A cheongsam clung to the curves of her body, she was so angry that her chest rose and fell, and she scolded again, “Blanche Capra! You come into someone’s house in the middle of the night, do you have any manners at all?”

Before Blanche Capra could respond, York Charlie was already listening with a sullen face.

“No breeding? You’re the one pointing and swearing at people, and you’re the one staying in people’s homes in the middle of the night, Shireen Miller, stop it.”

York Charlie finished this blandly and dragged Blanche Capra upstairs, never paying her any more attention.

Shireen Miller, seeing him treat her so coldly and without a trace of affection, was sore and rising with cynicism and hatred, and, with an annoyed grasp of her hair, flung the pin with all her might on the floor, and, in a rage, went out of the house, and drove off to the bar.

And at that moment Blanche Capra went up the stairs with York Charlie.

Her hand was still held in his palm.

The feeling was familiar, but it seemed to revive unfamiliar stirrings after so much time had passed.

Blanche Capra tried in vain to withdraw her hand without a trace, and the slightest movement was immediately noticed by York Charlie, who gripped her a little more tightly.

Blanche Capra fumed as she looked at the two hands clasped together.

York Charlie looks at her expression and slightly tickles the corners of his lips.

He asked, “Why don’t you say yes to Lorcan George and stay with him? Become Mrs. George?”

Blanche Capra looked up at him and said without thinking, “I don’t have to answer your question,” she added after a pause, “It’s out of your hands.”

York Charlie raised the hand they were both holding and placed it on both of their chests, and asked rhetorically with a single word, “Me? Don’t care?”

Blanche Capra struggled to draw her hand away again, something brewing vaguely between the brows of the man across from her, like he was about to explode and like he was restraining himself, and all she wanted to do was stay away.

As far away as possible.

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York Charlie was angry!

He was really angry!

He felt that he was too indulgent towards the woman in front of him! He could easily go soft on her, and worse, he could easily be seduced by her!

At first he thought it was because she was more interesting, then he realized how much she resembled Brandi, and now he wasn’t even sure why he was tempted by her.

Similar to Brandi? No doubt about it! But she was different from her, and he loved even those differences in her, so why was that?

Couldn’t find out why.

“Are you playing a lustful trick on me?” He gave himself a reason.

Only mind games and calculations could make one person like everything about another, right?

Yes, that’s right, as York Charlie, the elite of the business world and the best of the best, Young Master Charlie felt that his reasoning was very much correct.

One hundred per cent correct.

Blanche Capra’s hand ached in his grip.

She struggled up, and as she did so, she replied, “No! No! Who’s playing any lustful tricks with you? You get off me now York Charlie!”

York Charlie, of course, did not believe it, how could it not be? This woman, she’s always been such a liar to herself, from the day she broke into her hotel room, everything was premeditated, right? She’d also said she was after more than just his money, and she’d said she wasn’t all the way with him.

All of this, he had to get to the bottom of.

But there was only one question he cared about. In a deep voice he asked, “What do you mean I’m not all the way with you?”

Blanche Capra didn’t bother to think about how he knew, but said, “Let go of me and I’ll tell you.”

York Charlie still didn’t let go.

For he felt that this cunning woman, even if he let go of her, she would not tell, and might take the opportunity of setting herself apart from him and saying something he did not want to hear.

He moved his mouth and was just about to speak, when the incoming ringtone of his mobile phone ghostly rang.

“Hello, hello, this is santa maria hospital, the owner of this mobile phone has been in a car accident, you are his friend or relative, right? Please come here immediately!”

The room was too quiet for Blanche Capra to hear the voice coming out of the phone.

York Charlie hung up the phone and told her, “I’m going to rush to the hospital, stay here, I’ll be right back.”

With that said Blanche Capra felt the hand he had been holding so tightly for so long loosen and empty, the cool cold air around him instantly covering and wrapping up.

He let go of his hand.

Blanche Capra just stood there and watched as York Charlie’s figure moved away, out the door, and then a moment later heard the sound of a car pulling away.

She finally laughed slightly to herself.

What was she thinking? Obviously wanting to get away from him so badly, him refusing, being bitter, and now that he’d let himself go for something else, knowing that he didn’t have an ounce of affection for that person, she couldn’t help but feel the sour emptiness in her heart.

Blanche Capra realized that it really was time for her to deal with this heartache.

Love is like a thorn bush, and how can she, a barefoot one, step on it again?

She left York Charlie’s house in silence.

She was the Cinderella who had lost her crystal slipper a long time ago, and with bare feet, she should never step on the ground again.