Master Charlie Was Tricked By A Woman

Blanche Capra gave Francesca Jones a rubdown with alcohol, then ointment, and finally wrapped a bandage around her a few times.

“That’s always good, isn’t it?” Blanche Capra strikes.

Francesca Jones had just shown her teeth in pain, “That’ll do,” and hemmed and hawed, “You’re not being gentle.”

Blanche Capra continues to be rude, “Don’t you dare.”

Francesca Jones laughed, “No, no, I’ll take it slow and easy.” Francesca Jones froze herself as she finished the idiom, so he was a cultured man after all.

Thinking about it he couldn’t help but look at Blanche Capra fixedly, it wasn’t easy to get her heart. This difficult problem, also do not know how much brain juice to rack his head to solve.

Blanche Capra saw the look in his eyes and became alert for no reason, “Why are you looking at me like that?”

“Seeing how pretty you are.” Francesca Jones said subconsciously. He’d said that about other women before.

But Blanche Capra had never been one to take him seriously, and sweet nothings didn’t work with her at all. She stood up, looking like she was going to leave, and Francesca Jones followed suit.

Blanche Capra was a little helpless, “I really wonder if you’re up to something when you’re like that.” No one would be nice to anyone for no reason, and she didn’t feel that this person in front of her just wanted to play with herself, if she said that she was sincere, how in the world could there be such an easy sincerity in this world.

In short, she was full of scepticism.

Francesca Jones rubbed her nose, “Do I really look that unsuspecting?”

Blanche Capra nods.

Francesca Jones sighs, “Then do you believe me when I say that my plot is to get you?”

Blanche Capra snorts, “Need I say more? Of course I don’t believe you.” With that she turned and walked out the door.

Francesca Jones followed her, it was getting dark and the wind was really chilly, he said next to her, “Buy you dinner, will you?”

Blanche Capra shook her head, “I’m not hungry.”

Francesca Jones laughed, “You’re so skinny it’s hard for you to lose weight.”

Blanche Capra ignores him and continues on her way.

“My car is parked out front,” Francesca Jones was undeterred, “I’ll give you a lift home, it’s freezing outside.”

This time Blanche Capra didn’t refuse.

She had been wandering around for so long, and had run a bit earlier, her legs were actually getting a bit sore, and she obviously didn’t feel very strong, I wondered if it was because of her pregnancy.

Francesca Jones dropped her off in front of York Charlie’s house, and said in a subtle tone, “Is it really convenient for you to live here? Or should I find you another place to stay?”

Blanche Capra coldly replied, “Thank you very much, but I’ll see you out!”

Francesca Jones couldn’t help but be a little snappy, she really wasn’t being polite to herself at all.

By the time Blanche Capra entered York Charlie’s house, York Charlie was already sitting in the living room waiting.

Blanche Capra tried to deliberately pretend she didn’t see it and went straight upstairs, but York Charlie was directly behind her with an angry, low growl, “Blanche Capra!”

His voice echoed in the large space, how could Blanche Capra pretend she didn’t hear him, so she wearily turned over to face him.

York Charlie didn’t move even as he sat on the couch, just kept his eyes on her, and after sizing her up and down several times, he spoke again and asked, “What did you do? So vain?”

Blanche Capra thought he was being childish, vain? How dare he think of that! She was just too tired to argue with him and wanted to rest early.

York Charlie saw that she was silent and didn’t say anything, and didn’t know what countermeasures she was thinking of again, his face was a cold smile, “You’re still the same as always, your philandering doesn’t change, and you’re swimming in it.”

Blanche Capra heard his words but was so angry that she walked over to him, the bland expression on her face could not be tensed up, “I’m a womaniser? York Charlie, are you saying that backwards?”

Was he off his meds? What the hell had he been through today? He hadn’t even bothered to ask about his own sins when he’d been kicked out of the Charlie Group by his mum? He’s not even over the fact that he slept with Shireen Miller, and he’s talking about his own philandering? It was so ridiculous!

And she really laughed at the thought.

York Charlie frowned consistently, “That’s a different thing, you said, did you stay with Francesca Jones today?”

Blanche Capra didn’t think it was two different things, but he had the nerve to ask if he was staying with Francesca Jones, and with a sneer she then said, “It’s not as if your mum kicked me out, and you’re asking me.”

York Charlie repeated somewhat flatly, “Still two different things.”

Blanche Capra looked at him and thought his thinking was getting more and more peculiar, “How is it two different things? Obviously you cheated on me and you’re calling me a philanderer, obviously I only ran into Francesca Jones because your mum kicked me out!!! York Charlie, am I becoming less and less able to communicate with you?”Upstodatee from Novel(D)ra/m/a.O(r)g

With that, she turned to leave again, but York Charlie suddenly stood up and grabbed her arm.

“I was the one who did it wrong before, and now you’re doing it wrong too. If Shireen Miller hadn’t seen it, I wouldn’t have known you and Francesca Jones were so close,” he narrowed his eyes, “that you even bandaged him up, huh?”

Blanche Capra only had two words left in her ears, “Shireen Miller?”

Was it Shireen Miller?… Shireen Miller again?… The last photo was a plot on her part, and this time she’s stalking her, or is it a photo? Oh, Shireen Miller, she really went through a lot of trouble to get York Charlie. …

Blanche Capra sneered, “I’m on good terms with Francesca Jones? That’s ridiculous, no better than you and Shireen Miller! She’s got her heart set on you and she’s got nothing better to do than stare at me!”

York Charlie knew better than to mention Shireen Miller to her but it just came out by accident, he grabbed her arm, “She’s nothing to me.”

“Nothing you would trust her so much? Anything she says about me? Nothing you would give her the chance to get into your bed?” Blanche Capra said as she struggled, almost roaring out in anger as she spoke.

York Charlie tightened his grip on her hand, “I said she’s nothing! Blanche, you … “York Charlie was about to go on when Blanche Capra suddenly just grabbed the coffee table’s fruit knife.

“What are you doing? Put it down!”

Blanche Capra’s eyes were tired, “Do you know, I’m tired?”

Not just physically tired, but also, mentally tired.

York Charlie waited for her to continue, but she paused for a few moments before letting out a tired breath, “Forget it, I don’t care if you know, let go of me, I’m going to bed.”

She held up a knife as if she was using it as blackmail.

York Charlie was touched by her look, his heart ached slightly, but his hand slowly let go.

Blanche Capra turned and went upstairs.

Clearly it was just getting dark and she was already so tired.

It was clear that she and he had only just made it this far, and she was already so tired.

No, perhaps, years earlier, she had felt tired.

Otherwise, why would she be bent on turning love into hate? But now she realised that there was no such thing as love and hate, and there was no such thing as anyone being easier than anyone else.