Master Charlie Was Tricked By A Woman

Blanche Capra thought the voice sounded familiar when she saw Doraemon remove her ‘head’, Blanche Capra’s eyes widened slightly as she saw Francesca Jones smiling at her with an energetic expression.

“Was there a big surprise? Was there a surprise?” Francesca Jones spoke with a smile, handing her the flowers in her hand.

Blanche Capra looked at him, but took the flowers anyway and said, “Thank you.”

Francesca Jones smiled and said, “You’re welcome, Happy Birthday Blanche, I wonder if Miss Capra would like to do me the honour of celebrating your birthday with me?”

Blanche Capra had the flowers in her hand and didn’t know how to respond.

The reason she was surprised, the reason she didn’t remember this birthday, was because it was Blanche Capra’s birthday, not her own real birthday. She didn’t want to have this fake birthday nor did she want to get too close to Francesca Jones.

Several of the women around her who were watching looked at her with immense envy, and Blanche Capra could only smile bitterly in her heart as she turned to Francesca Jones and said, “I’m sorry, Francesca Jones, I can’t accept your invitation.”

The smile on Francesca Jones’ face faded a few moments and there were a few hints of loss in her eyes, “Why?”

Blanche Capra looked down at the flowers in her hand and handed them back over to him again, “I … have to work late today,” she couldn’t think of any other reason, “And this flower, I’ll take it, I’m … I’m allergic to pollen.”

In the stares of those around her, Blanche Capra was afraid of embarrassing Francesca Jones, so she could only say things politely and politely again, and she knew that he could understand that it was all just her excuse.

She was just rejecting him and alienating him.

Francesca Jones listened to her and took the flowers, a slight bitterness on her lips, “It’s okay, I won’t be sending you flowers in the future.” Blanche Capra thought he understood what she meant and let go of her hand, her heart was slightly relieved, but then she heard him say, “But today, after all, it’s your birthday, even if I have to work overtime, I can wait until you’re done.”

Blanche Capra instantly didn’t know what to say, but felt a line of sight sweep over her like substance. She looked in that direction, and saw that the man who walked in her heart was withdrawing his gaze halfway across the hall, and then walking away calmly, as if nothing had happened.

His indifference always reached the hearts of others in just the right, unmoving way.

Blanche Capra withdrew her sight and looked at Francesca Jones in front of her with some helplessness and bitterness, “Francesca Jones, I’m really busy today, don’t wait up, I’m going up, bye!”

She finished and walked away without waiting for Francesca Jones to reply.

Blanche Capra went upstairs and returned to her seat, propping her face up tiredly. For some reason, York Charlie’s attitude towards her three times today had made it difficult for her to calm down inside. Instead of being angry with him in turn, she was feeling even more guilty. Why had she been so confused and impulsive last night?

Was it Lorcan George’s violent reaction that affected her? Had he planted a seed of unease in her heart? And then she got a little carried away? Or did she subconsciously feel that his evasiveness was a cover-up for not trusting her enough? Is that why she’s more angry, more suspicious? Instead of being suspicious of what he was doing, she was angry that he always looked like he was so high and mighty and always had to guess and deduce for himself.

Blanche Capra slumped down on her desk completely and let out a depressed breath.

Blanche Capra didn’t see York Charlie again until the end of the day, and she was in a position where she could easily see him, unless he stayed in his office.

Blanche Capra collected her things and got ready for work, not even thinking that Francesca Jones would still be downstairs, so she didn’t even pretend to be working late. Once it was time to leave work, Blanche Capra waited for two batches of people to leave and took the lift downstairs.

As for York Charlie, she didn’t really have the cheek to get back up there.

Blanche Capra thought to herself, let him cool off for a while this time, and let everything take its course.

By the time she got to the ground floor, Blanche Capra was genuinely surprised to see that doraemon body placed on the sofa in the waiting area and Francesca Jones walking towards her with a grin on her face like that.

“I thought I told you not to wait, why are you still here?”

Francesca Jones just laughed, “I didn’t think you’d come down so early and was prepared to wait a few more hours.”

Blanche Capra was a little too upset and bit her lip, “Francesca Jones, you know, I …”

“I know!” Francesca Jones interrupted her, “You’re not interested in me, but you have to give me a chance don’t you, it’s not up to you to decide what I want.”

His tone was so firm and certain that Blanche Capra didn’t know what to say, so without a word she walked around him and headed out of the building. Francesca Jones glanced back at the doraemon as she didn’t look back and chased after him without a care in the world.

When she got to the fountain outside the building, Francesca Jones caught up with her, and Blanche Capra had to pretend she didn’t see him, and kept walking as Francesca Jones walked beside her, following undaunted.

“Blanche,” Francesca Jones said as she followed, “do you hate me that much? You don’t even want the flowers I sent you, and you can’t even invite you to dinner? Aren’t you hungry at this hour?”

Blanche Capra’s footsteps suddenly gave way as a car drove up and crossed in front of the two.

“Get in.” The man in the car lowered his window and spoke to Blanche Capra, his tone sullen and seemingly disgruntled.

Before Blanche Capra could respond, Francesca Jones swept her up in a hug, raising an eyebrow at York Charlie in the car, “Sorry you’re late.”

York Charlie doesn’t change his face and simply says to Blanche Capra, “Get in the car!”

Blanche Capra is silent and suddenly makes a move, Francesca Jones pulls her back, “Blanche, just ignore him, what does he mean by that tone? Asking people to get into his car and not even giving them a good look!”

With York Charlie in the car still staring at her, Blanche Capra turned to Francesca Jones, her face unreadably happy or annoyed, “Francesca Jones, that’s it. Thank you for your kind words today, and I received your … blessing. You go back, bye!”

Francesca Jones froze as Blanche Capra finished speaking and opened the car door and got in.

York Charlie drove the car without a word, as if he was really serious about driving. Blanche Capra was almost frantic inside at how emotionally introspective and unmoving he was. What the hell was going on here? Angry at himself, oblivious to himself, but then he sees her walking with another man and he starts seeing her again?

Well, she was out of line, so she got into his car without refusing, but then he didn’t say a word, didn’t even give her a look, and Blanche Capra felt like she was going crazy, not being able to figure out what was going on in the head of the man next to her.

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“It’s your birthday?” He asked, his tone without a hint of rise or fall, flat.

Blanche Capra froze, and subconsciously was about to deny it. But when she thought about her current status, even though both of them were unaware of it, she still refused to admit it herself. So she paused for a moment, and then nodded her head gently, “Well.”

York Charlie spoke the next moment, “Then … wish you a happy birthday.”

It wasn’t such a pleasant thing for two people who clearly both knew the secret, but one had to pretend they didn’t know, and the other had to continue to keep that secret hidden. Besides, for both of them, this secret was about the previous bonding ties between the two of them, that belonged to a part of this relationship that they had travelled all the way through.

It was going to be so hard to shut up about it.

York Charlie’s heart was sour and bitter when she uttered those words, and Blanche Capra’s heart was also sour and bitter after she heard the blessing, her throat almost choked, but she could only politely return, “Thank you.”