Master Charlie Was Tricked By A Woman

Blanche Capra saw the expression on Shireen Miller’s face and only felt more and more pain in her heart, that mouthful of bad breath finally coming out.

“York, I’m full, let’s go. You said you’d send people home.” Putting down the napkin and seeing Shireen Miller’s iron face, Blanche Capra rather raised her eyebrows.

Blanche Capra thought, and acted, that she would simply take York Charlie with her.

York Charlie was surprisingly obedient to her today, “Mum, you haven’t eaten yet, have you? I’ll drop Blanche off and come back for you later.” With that, he got up.

“York?” said Mrs Casey, looking incredulously at her son’s resolute departure.

But York Charlie’s mind was made up, and no matter how much Mrs. Casey shouted, he resolutely left with Blanche Capra.

Car.

“Did you just admit that you’re my woman?” York Charlie asked as he drove, a hopefulness in his tone that was easily imperceptible.

Blanche Capra froze for a moment, then smiled openly and cocked her head, looking at York Charlie with an air of entitlement: “You believe that fooling around?”

“I’d rather believe it’s true. You faked it with me to spite my mum.” York Charlie, still undeterred, joked in a half-truth.

“I’m going to take myself on just to piss off your mum? How unprofitable for me then.” Blanche Capra was four-timing her way out of a muddle.

“I’m going upstairs, so you go home early too.” Getting out of the car, Blanche Capra inevitably instructed a few words.

“You go on up first, and I’ll watch you until you get inside.” York Charlie, however, insisted on watching Blanche Capra to the house before leaving, so late, they have no street lights in this neighbourhood building, if there is an eventuality, York Charlie is not too worried.

Blanche Capra froze for a moment and realized why he was doing this: he was afraid she’d have an accident at night like the one before, right?

“I’ll go up then, bye.” It was hard to say what it felt like. It would be a lie to say she wasn’t at all touched by York Charlie’s current initiative, just …

Blanche Capra returned home and had just opened the door to her room only to be blindfolded and pinned to the bed. Only she, however, was never the least bit inclined to fight back, other than being a little shaken up initially.

“Lorcan George,” she spoke calmly. The only person who had a key to her house besides her was Lorcan George.

Sure enough the man let go, “LITTLE SWEETHEART~ Do you know what you’re doing now? Leave York Charlie and come back to me, I’ll raise you ok?”

Blanche Capra looked at Lorcan George incredulously, a slap flew towards his face without hesitation, “Lorcan George, what kind of woman do you think I, Blanche Capra, am? Do you think like everyone else that I climbed the ranks of power and wealth, that I deliberately seduced York Charlie because I wanted to take the easy way out?”

Blanche Capra was really a little sad at this point. She could have cared less what others thought of her and what they thought of her, and even when Mrs. Casey had been so sarcastic, she could have fought back with full blood. But Lorcan George was the one person she cared about, the only person she considered a friend. Lorcan George had always been there for her during her difficult years, and for that, she had been grateful all her life. But now that Lorcan George had thought so much of her, even saying the words ‘he kept her’, how could that not make her sad?

Lorcan George, however, seemed like he was sobered up by Blanche Capra’s slap, and he immediately apologised : “I’m sorry, little sweetheart, let me explain, I didn’t mean it like that, in fact, I just … ”

“Enough, what you meant I don’t want to know right now. It’s late, I’m going to get some rest, so go home.” Blanche Capra looked slightly tired as she spoke.

Lorcan George heard her give an expulsion order, and then looked at her complexion is indeed not a forgery, so he snapped and opened his mouth to say goodbye: “Then little sweetheart you have a good rest, I will come back to see you another day …”

“Boom–”

Lorcan George had just stepped out of the door when Blanche Capra slammed it up and shut it.

The barely maintained smile on Lorcan George’s face finally froze, and in his eyes was a despondency that one could not ignore …

In fact, I just saw you and York Charlie in the Midsummer love restaurant feeding each other those ambiguous actions, I just a little jealous, those words are not sincere … little sweetheart, why you always do not give me the slightest opportunity to leave it? Not even a hint of the right to explain to me.

Lorcan George left glumly.

Blanche Capra drove away Lorcan George after sitting on the bed for a long time, she recalled the events of a long time ago, once upon a … time.

After a long time, she carefully held out the locked sandalwood box from her bedside. It was full of her most precious and important things, and Blanche Capra took a photograph out of the box.

The corners of the photo were raised, and it was obvious that the owner had held it in her hands for a long time, Blanche Capra rubbed her hand gently over the photo, an action she had done a thousand times before. She had done it a thousand times before, but every time she saw it she felt like she had spilled a bottle of flavour: a mixture of emotions.

The teenager in the photo had a cool face, but the girl was smiling like a flower. It was years ago, but it wasn’t hard to see that it was Brandi and York Charlie!

Blanche Capra closed her eyes as if she had thought of something, and tore the picture up, throwing the shredded photo into the bin in one swift motion.

Turning back, she threw herself on the big bed and tossed and turned and suffered insomnia until midnight when she could barely get to sleep.All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.

Even though she slept late the first night, Blanche Capra had to get up early the next day: no matter how sad, happy or sad you are, life goes on. It’s like they say in Gone with the Wind: tomorrow is another day.

Life goes on, and being sad doesn’t mean you’re going to be fed or clothed.

Blanche Capra puts on some light make-up and arrives on set early. As soon as she walked onto the set, Blanche Capra could feel a difference in the atmosphere, and what she didn’t expect was that the director would greet her and say good morning.

This day during the shooting of the attitude towards her even turned a corner, Blanche Capra could not help but ironic hooked lips: this is the hearts of the people, it is really enough to tend to the trend. Have you ever seen the difference in York Charlie’s attitude before and after picking himself up from work?

She sighed in her heart, but Samira directly put her expression on the surface.

“Some people look noble as hell, but don’t they still have to rely on men to survive?”

Blanche Capra only thought it was funny, this Samira herself had hitched a ride with the director without even avoiding people, how could she have the cheek to take this to others?

“Same to each other.” Blanche Capra’s tone is full of ridicule, eyes are also full of ridicule: fifty steps to laugh at this kind of thing don’t do it too brightly and squarely?