Master Charlie Was Tricked By A Woman

Blanche Capra stood up slowly, holding onto the wall, a dull ache in her heart.

This scene, ruthlessly hit York Charlie’s heart, he deeply looked at the arrogant back, his heart, sank to the extreme.

He even had a hallucination, he actually felt that her back made his heart flutter?

Blanche Capra stood at the entrance of the show and just wanted to reach out to stop the car when a Lincoln stopped in front of her.

“Get in.” The window was rolled down.

Blanche Capra grunted, “No need. Thanks.”

At that, York Charlie got out of the car straight and sharp, glanced lightly at Blanche Capra, and before she could react reached out and pulled, scooping her up in a cross-armed hug and shoving her into the back seat.

“… York Charlie are you crazy?”

York Charlie wouldn’t listen and drove straight back to her cottage.

Struggling to no avail Blanche Capra was honest and sat on the couch wide eyed with York Charlie.© NôvelDrama.Org - All rights reserved.

York Charlie gestured to the bathrobe and bodysuit next to him, “Go take a shower.”

“Oh.” Grimacing, Blanche Capra reluctantly picked up her things and headed for the bathroom in her room.

Now she was still wet and looked a little worse for wear.

The bathroom glass was frosted, and the woman’s delicate figure inside was hidden and extremely tempting.

Suddenly, the figure behind the glass collapsed in a very exaggerated position.

Blanche Capra let out an “ah”, York Charlie’s figure gave a start, oohed and aahed from the sofa, and hurried over to her, “What’s wrong?”

There was no answer, and York Charlie pursed his lips, unscrewing the doorknob, and heat gushed out instantly.

Blanche Capra on the floor was naked, her cheeks red looking like tantalising apples.

She flattened her mouth in resignation as she looked at her visitor, and there were droplets of water running down the ends of her hair, to her sexy collarbone, and then to the soft hills.

The knot in her throat rolled, and York Charlie’s body unconsciously reacted.

York Charlie picked her straight up in a cross-armed hug, and the reddish skin clinging to York Charlie’s body, through a thin layer of fabric, was really provocative.

“Hey… you put me down!” Blanche Capra’s voice rose just a little, and then instantly realized what a situation she was in.

She had nothing on and was nestled in York Charlie’s arms.

York Charlie looked at her flustered appearance and some sporadic laughter gathered under his eyes as he said, “I’ve seen this body of yours before.”

When he said this York Charlie gently pressed against Blanche Capra’s ear and ambiguously lowered his tone.

York Charlie carries Blanche Capra straight out, Blanche Capra is so ashamed and annoyed that she waits until she is thrown on the bed before she remembers to fight back.

Blanche Capra rolled over on her back and intended to run, York Charlie was quick on his feet and in one swift motion reached down and pressed Blanche Capra’s legs together, his fingers invading upwards a little, stirring up lust.

Suddenly, York Charlie clasped the back of Blanche Capra’s head with one hand and kissed her passionately.

His kisses were laced with aggression, stirring dominantly in Blanche Capra’s mouth as if he were trying to rub her entire being into his own flesh and blood.

Blanche Capra’s mouth whimpered as she tried to push him away.

A woman’s strength is a little weak after all, and as York Charlie impatiently rips off his own clothes, Blanche Capra takes the opportunity to pant and curse, “York Charlie you scum! Lunatic! What a fucking dictatorship!”

Her eyes were red, with tears brewing in them from her freshly irritated and fruitless struggle.

“Refusing to be welcomed? Such a trick doesn’t really fit here, does it?” York Charlie let out a laugh, his top already ripped off.

He leaned down and clamped one hand under Blanche Capra’s chin, forcing her to look up at him.

Clear as water, her eyes held the reflection of York Charlie alone.

There was resentment and anger and a kind of hate in her eyes.

York Charlie paused for a second, not having time to think about it, before he saw Blanche Capra stick one foot out from under the covers and kick her in the nuts.

Luckily York Charlie had quick reflexes and managed to dodge as Blanche Capra kicked him in the thigh.

York Charlie blushes and bullies his way straight through, pinning Blanche Capra down in one fell swoop.

He clamps down on Blanche Capra’s hands, keeping them high above his head, and kisses him directly.

Blanche Capra bit down on York Charlie’s soft lips as they came into contact, waiting until the taste of blood was in his mouth before letting go.

The brief moment had already caused blood to spill from the corner of York Charlie’s mouth, and it looked like the situation was still getting worse.

York Charlie stared grimly at Blanche Capra, “Didn’t you want to be my woman?”

There was a sneer in his words, causing the exasperated Blanche Capra to lurch for it.

“Pah-” A crisp put of applause rang out abruptly.

Blanche Capra returned the sneer, looked at York Charlie steadily, and said, word for word, “Don’t flatter yourself.”

Originally, Blanche Capra thought that York Charlie would be angry and even drive her away, but she did not expect that after so many years York Charlie’s nature had finally changed a lot.

He just lightly looked at Blanche Capra with an extremely deep gaze, then got up and put on his clothes.

After taking the clothes from the bathroom and putting them on Blanche Capra, York Charlie, still without saying a word, reached out and hugged Blanche Capra.

Frozen for a moment, Blanche Capra forgot to resist.

She was carried by York Charlie to the room that had been assigned to her earlier in her visit, and with the same detached and polite look in it, Blanche Capra felt as if she had lost something.

After being placed on the bed, York Charlie, who was always sober and dignified, hesitated for two seconds and said, “I’m sorry.”

It was for the offence just taken.

Blanche Capra stiffened all over, not knowing how to react.

This person! She couldn’t have known better! A proud man like that had learnt to admit his mistakes?

Blanche Capra waited for York Charlie to go out before she recovered from her shock and tried to laugh, but the corners of her mouth pulled back in a crying expression.

Before Blanche Capra could gather her emotions, her mobile phone, which had been in her bag, rang.

Blanche Capra reached down and flipped through it a few times, finally finding what she wanted and answering the call.

Outside at night, the scenery here is really good, outside far away from the past can only see a piece of brilliant lights, just like being in a river of stars.

The familiar male voice on the other end of the phone seems to be laughing, he called her name, “Do you still remember your past?”

“Remember.” Blanche Capra didn’t hesitate.

It was etched in her bones and no matter what, she would never forget it.

“Just don’t fall head over heels in love with it.” The man over there was banging on the table with extreme regularity, a gesture Blanche Capra knew he did whenever he was upset.

Blanche Capra nodded, “Won’t let you down.”

“Hmm.” The other side answered faintly, “Hang up before you get suspicious.”

The call was cut off at once, and Blanche Capra looked at the phone’s display with his name on it, lighting up for a moment and then going out again.

His eyes moved to the plaster on the table, and he couldn’t help but snort as he remembered the dusty past.

York Charlie was as hypocritical as ever.

Hypocritical to the point where he hated the idea of putting him in harm’s way.

When he woke up the next day, it was time for breakfast.

Blanche Capra was woken up by the maid and washed all the way downstairs until she sat downstairs for breakfast, Blanche Capra still looking a little sleepless.

York Charlie didn’t move to notice this, yesterday’s medicine had done some good, at least now Blanche Capra was much better where she had been hurt.

Their eyes met in the air and Blanche Capra lowered her head as if she hadn’t seen it.