Master Charlie Was Tricked By A Woman

Blanche Capra followed the hand to his face, but noticed only the thin lips that picked up one corner of his mouth; his lips were so pale in colour that it was as if his whole being had just come through the wind and snow, and even his lips were covered with a layer of frost and snow.

But she didn’t feel a cool aura from him at all, instead it was gentle, as if moonlight.

Such a complex aura appeared on him, but it had a fatal attraction for her.

With a mental sigh, Blanche Capra took a step and walked slowly towards him, as if her soul had drifted up to the heavens and watched herself sinking step by step, clearly feeling bitter, but preferring to be sweet for the few hints of sweetness that were mixed with it.

But maybe she just felt safe in him, she just did it for his words, she was getting out of here, out of this place of right and wrong, he said, he was going to take her home. She was going home.

What the hell she was thinking, Blanche Capra herself didn’t know anymore.

Anyway, for whatever reason, she was going to stay with him for the time being.

As these two interacted, the rest of the people in the room were pretty much in the background. Lorcan George, heartbroken as he was, just stood off to the side in silence. Shireen Miller and Mrs. Casey each had their own anger, their own hatred.

Shireen Miller and Mrs. Casey each have their own anger and hatred. But no matter what, given York Charlie’s powerful aura and his usual light-heartedness, when he is holding Blanche Capra like no one else, who can stop him, or just watch?

When York Charlie and Blanche Capra completely disappeared from the public eye, the scene was again in an uproar.

The manic ones fidgeted, the fazed ones fumed, the emotional ones fumed, and in the end, they all dispersed.

The two parties, Shireen Miller and Mrs. Casey, were both trembling with rage, and Mrs. Casey, being old, could not support herself under such repeated surges of anger and blood, and finally fainted.

Shireen Miller finally found a reason to call York Charlie, and a justifiable reason.

But to her surprise, York Charlie doesn’t answer her call.

Then, undeterred, she took Mrs. Casey’s mobile and called again, only to find out that Mrs. Casey’s name wasn’t all that good: he hung up on her anyway.

York Charlie, who was preoccupied with Blanche Capra’s emotions at the moment, of course had no time to answer their calls, and in his mind, at this point, what else would he hear when he answered the phone but Shireen Miller’s wailing and pestering, and his mother’s scolding and anger? Even they have to scold their own beloved woman there is not here is not, he will not have nothing to pick up their phone and affect their mood.

So he hadn’t even thought that his mother, who was always in good health, would be so angry that she would faint this time.

Blanche Capra sat quietly in the passenger seat, not saying a word.

York Charlie held the steering wheel with his left hand and reached over with his right hand, grabbing one of her hands and gently rubbing it.Original from NôvelDrama.Org.

“What’s wrong, not talking?” He asked.

Blanche Capra shook her head, she couldn’t say what was wrong with her for the most part, and as for the little that she could say how could she say it to him? Wouldn’t that be a complete surrender?

She opened her mouth and asked, “Where’s my phone?”

York Charlie reached directly into the inside pocket of his suit, where his chest was, and held it out to her.

Blanche Capra froze, and when she took it, the entire phone carried the warmth of his chest.

She touched the phone a little sweetly thinking that it turned out that his heart was so hot.

When she clicked on the phone, she didn’t see any missed calls, and then she went back to the call logs, only to see “Lorcan” in red, and she sighed deeply at the thought of Lorcan George.

“He called you so many times yesterday, it was so noisy.” York Charlie suddenly said in a complaining tone.

Blanche Capra saw that he rarely looked like this, and thought to herself that this was the emotion that a normal person should have, and I don’t know why he was like he didn’t want to eat food.

“You’re not going to switch it off? Or mute it?” Blanche Capra laughed softly.

“Turn it off for what, I want to see how popular you really are.” Somewhat sultry tone.

Blanche Capra’s heart fluttered sweetly, fluttering even more as she remembered how he’d just rebutted his mother for her on the set in front of the press, and how he’d looked so offended when he’d seen Lorcan George confess his love for her.

The car was quiet again.

Neither seemed to be talking much, or neither dared to talk much for fear of poking at something, and didn’t bother to discuss what had happened on the set or exchange any deeper questions. At this point in time, both of them are carrying a more or less uneasy.

York Charlie opened the car’s music, and the melodious light music slowly sounded. One by one, the gentle and melodious tune echoed in this sunny afternoon, the car two people are quietly listening to, enjoying the quiet moment of the years.

Unconsciously, York Charlie and Blanche Capra both have a faint smile on their faces, which is strangely similar.

The music continued.

But the next moment, another piece of music came on, something lively and loud.

It was Blanche Capra’s mobile phone.

York Charlie’s attention immediately turned to her mobile.

Blanche Capra looked suddenly tense, for it was the one who was calling her now, a number she knew well but hadn’t saved a name for, the one who was always a reminder of her past.

Blanche Capra’s mood, which had been swirling, was swept away by the call.

She hesitated to answer it.

“Why don’t you answer the phone?” York Charlie asked.

Blanche Capra saw herself in his eyes, stiffening at the moment, and not answering it would be a desperate move. So she, answered the call.

“Brandi,” the man spat out two words in an extremely low voice, but it startled Blanche Capra.

She was prepared for it, but she never expected the man to call her by that old name directly. Brandi, Brandi, he was reminding her, he was coming to remind her again.

She was Brandi.

Blanche Capra steadied her breathing and asked as if nothing had happened, “Yes?”

The man chuckles softly, “Nervous, are you?”

Blanche Capra doesn’t say anything.

The man adds, “How are the plans coming together?”

Blanche Capra pauses, “Soon.”

“I hope so …” and hung up.

Blanche Capra collected her phone and looked up to see York Charlie staring at her for an instant.

“Who called?” He asked.

“No one, just a co-worker.” She played it cool.

“A colleague? What’s it say?” He wouldn’t stop.

“Nothing, just asking me about work.” Blanche Capra babbled.

York Charlie suddenly snatched her phone and Blanche Capra subconsciously had to grab it back.

“York Charlie!” she glared at him, “What’s wrong with you?!”

York Charlie glanced at the call log from earlier before sneering, “How am I?”

Blanche Capra knew he was angry, but she was angry herself, what gave him the right to be so bossy? He was also really broad in his control! Thinking too, so she said it out loud, “You’re way out of line!”