Master Charlie Was Tricked By A Woman

York Charlie carried Blanche Capra to the car, to his own home and then stopped the car, carried her inside. blanche Capra always silent.

Upstairs, York Charlie laid her on the bed again and asked her softly, “Are you hungry?”

Blanche Capra shook her head, she had no appetite.

“The hospital is out of the question for now,” York Charlie said slowly, “I’ll take care of things first.”

Blanche Capra knew, too, that he was worried about her having another accident, and it really wasn’t very safe at the hospital with all the people coming and going. And she, herself, really didn’t want to be there anymore.

Blanche Capra nodded, and York Charlie was about to turn and leave when she finished speaking.

York Charlie turned around, but felt a hand suddenly grab him, “Where are you … going?” Before he could turn around, Blanche Capra behind him had already whispered out.

The lake in the bottom of York Charlie’s heart suddenly felt like it had been touched by a low-flying dragonfly, and it rippled a little. He could not help but turn his head back, and what met his eyes was a pale and dusty beautiful little face, the owner of which was slightly knitting her shoulders, with a glittering light in her eyes.

Her eyes have some uneasiness, with attachment, with many, many things that he can not distinguish and see, York Charlie froze for a moment.

After a few seconds, York Charlie still did not turn around, just turned his head to look at her, let her grab his clothes, and spoke in a low voice, as if he was saying to her, and as if he was saying to himself, or just making a self statement, “No matter who you are, no matter where you come from, no matter what you think, you are the person that York Charlie has decided to be with in his life,” he said. Charlie, you are the person I have decided in my life. Since you’re the one I’ve decided on, I won’t let go of you so easily. Even if you want to run away, I won’t let you leave.”

He really, never said such a big paragraph so bluntly and deeply, Blanche Capra stared at him dumbfounded, her heart welcomed another wave of raging emotion, her heart’s defences were breached at an unknown moment, she let the emotion that had been building up inside her heart for many, many years, spreading and flooding in her chest.

Her heart was so noisy, and so quiet. It was unprecedentedly loud, and unprecedentedly quiet.

The noise was the raging waves of her emotions, which became a disaster and a spectacle. The quietness was that there was only one voice left in her heart, and there was no other voice to fight against that voice, only to hear that voice saying…

Forgive him, let go of all the unpleasantness of the past! This man in front of you, he would give almost everything for you. From before to now, when has he ever changed?

What are those misunderstandings? Which relationship has no quarrels, no wounds, no separation? Quarrels can make up, wounds can slowly warm up one day time will heal it, and separation, no matter how long, even almost away from the distance between life and death, her heart and his heart, or reunited.

Even if at the moment he is no longer the same as before, she is no longer the same as before, they are still deeply in love.

As if they were destined to be.

The words popped into Blanche Capra’s head, and suddenly she remembered what grandma Elsa had said, and the birthmark she once had.

A love that was deeply hidden, a love that was engraved in her heart, a love that was destined to be together.

Maybe that woe to her, from the injury to the intensification of death, are also all the test of his relationship with her, is a setback, always must go through the road.

There was no escaping it, and thankfully she survived.

Luckily she came back to him.

Blanche Capra thought many, many thoughts as York Charlie sat scowling on the couch at the end of her bed. He stayed with her wordlessly, and Blanche Capra heard the evening wind raging, the leaves outside her window flinging themselves around like mad, rustling against each other. That wind whistled, and she saw him press the covers for her, and look at her quietly and say to her, “Go to sleep.”

The tenderness hidden in that calmness broke through to her.

Before she closed her eyes, she saw the bright starry sky in his eyes and felt his breath as he lowered his head like a summer night’s breeze, blowing through the flowers and willows far beneath that starry sky, sweeping across her cheek.

Blanche Capra was sitting under a tree, the dead grass laying on the ground, it was already autumn when everything began to fade.

She sat quietly on the grass like that, clutching two books, as if waiting for someone.

Suddenly the wind and clouds changed, and a heavy rain fell without warning, and Blanche Capra at once got up, and although she was standing under a tree, the leaves were sparse, and the rain was so violent that she was soon drenched. And she looked anxious, as if she were still worried about something.

Blanche Capra plunged headlong into the rain.

She didn’t know where she was going, she just wanted to find that person, she had even less idea which direction that person would be in, the book she was clutching in her hand had long been wet, her hair, and her clothes were soaked.

I don’t know whether it was from crying or from the rain, her eyes couldn’t see anything anymore.

She kept wiping her eyes, running while carefully identifying, the face she wanted to see, where the hell is it?

She hissed through the rain, “York Charlie! York! where are you?!”

No sound answered her except the sound of the whole world raining down on her.

The next moment, she flopped and broke her foot and fell to the ground.

The pain made the tears more ferocious, and she remained on the ground screaming, “York… York…”

Suddenly a low mellow voice rang out, “I’m here, I’m here…” Blanche Capra lunged at the voice. Her consciousness returned from the past, but still out of sleep.

She remembered, it was all in the past.

He was holding her close now, and she wouldn’t be able to find him again.

He’d said he’d never leave her.

Blanche Capra was soothed in York Charlie’s arms and calmed down in the midst of her nightmare. York Charlie looked at her in his arms and knew that she was probably having some kind of nightmare. Suddenly he wondered what she was dreaming about.

Could it have something to do with him?

A question that he had guessed seven or eight times and almost had an answer in his mind resurfaced. York Charlie spoke softly, “Brandi, is it you?”

Expecting no answer from her, the sleepy Blanche Capra actually spoke.

She said naively, “What does it matter if it’s … or not?”

York Charlie lowered his head and buried it into her hair, his voice was a little low and seemed incredibly soft, “Yes, it doesn’t matter … I just wanted to say … I’m sorry in person. ”Exclusive content © by Nô(v)el/Dr/ama.Org.

Yes, is not and what does it matter? Between him and her, it had long been uncountable. Even though she never admitted that she was Brandi, even though she still wanted to hold on to the past and never talk about it, he didn’t think it mattered. Right now, having her by his side was the best thing in life.

York Charlie was finally relieved.

He carried her back under the covers, tucked her in, and quietly looked over her eyebrows, her eyes, the bridge of her nose, her mouth, and finally, without resisting, planted a soft kiss on her lips.

Then, about to sit back on the sofa.

Blanche Capra suddenly uttered dreamily, “York … don t leave me.”

York Charlie stared back at her in bewilderment as her hand came back up and tugged at his sleeve.

“No, never leave you again.” He said.