Master Charlie Was Tricked By A Woman

So, he really was.

Blanche Capra desperately blinked her eyes to see his face, but the tears kept rolling down as if she couldn’t stop them. Boundless joy spreading through her chest, Blanche Capra reached up and caressed his face, taking in his tightly furrowed brow, his deep, yet gentle eyes, and she saw him come up to her fingers and kiss them, kissing her fingertips, her fingertips.

“Don’t cry, don’t cry,” York Charlie suppressed a cough, “what’s wrong?”

Blanche Capra laughs through her tears, laughs and shakes her head. His face was no longer cold, his eyes were no longer cold, and there was not a trace of coldness in his whole body, but a warmth and tenderness that soothed her pervasively and wrapped itself around her.

It wasn’t a fantasy, and he was no longer cold.

He looked at her as if she were his irreplaceable one and only.

Blanche Capra fought hard to stay awake, but her eyelids were still getting heavy, and she said brokenly, “York Charlie, I … I’m going to, I’m not going to be able to hold on much longer.”

York Charlie was also getting harder and harder, also a little dizzy and chesty, and when he heard her say that, he shook his head resolutely, “No, no, you can hold on a little longer. Come on, you lie down and rest on my lap.” York Charlie said as he laid her flat, Blanche Capra let him move, but York Charlie froze suddenly as if he saw something.

The necklace he had given her was lying in the crook of her neck.

Like a splash of fresh water.

“Blanche Capra,” he called to her softly, “when we get out, let’s get married, okay?”

Blanche Capra was groggy, jolted to hear him say that, and thought of the future for both of them. But … But where would there be a future when they were stuck here now? She felt hotter and hotter, sleepier and sleepier, but she didn’t want to die just like that, and she groped to touch his face, feeling the familiar curves under her hands.

“Yor, York Charlie,” she tried hard to ask a full sentence, “do you, do you … still, still love Brandi now?”

Do you now, still love Brandi?

Even though … even though I have become Blanche Capra and am no longer Brandi, I still want to know if you still love her now, have you let go of your feelings for her? Because … because even though she doesn’t want to be Brandi anymore, that Brandi is still in her heart, that Brandi, who has always been in love with you, can’t let go of you until she dies. …

Blanche Capra can’t say those words, and she can’t say those words.

Now she seems to have detached herself from this Blanche Capra, and has become the Brandi that has been lurking in the past, present, and may even still exist in the future.

She, being Brandi.

She asks him, do you still love me?

York Charlie couldn’t hear her words for a long time. He knew, although she had refused to admit, for him and her past never mention, she knew that he knew, but also pretend to be a third person, outsiders generally look at the person called Brandi, but, she still cares about, for Brandi, for that period of the past that is engraved in her heart, how can she forget to be able to discard it?

So she asked such a sentence, York Charlie heart and sour and astringent, to the point of unspeakable.

This kind of clearly unspoken, but also pretend not to know, and as a third person’s story to confess to each other’s feelings, as clearly know but can not identify, clearly love but can not keep each other general sour unspeakable.Content © copyrighted by NôvelDrama.Org.

He moved his lips to answer, but realised she had fainted.

York Charlie shook her, she was still unconscious. He began to be anxious and overwhelmed, even panicked, it was an extremely unfamiliar feeling that he had only experienced once before.

At this time, someone beside him suddenly spoke, “You, cough … It seems that you are quite stupid, or else, or else ask you if you still love another woman, and don’t know to immediately, immediately deny it. People, people are dizzy …”

It was Anu who had been coughing next to him, the man who had been violent towards Blanche Capra and had been abandoned by his companions.

York Charlie didn’t bother to talk to him, and he furrowed his brow as he seemed to hear someone yelling outside.

Finally: finally!

Then there was the movement of a slamming door, and as it smashed open, the two men rushed in, one after the other, avoiding those flames, their eyes searching the room quickly, but York Charlie swooped in like a gust of wind and picked up Blanche Capra and sprinted out.

York Charlie finally escaped from the fire with Blanche Capra, he slowly sucked in air bit by bit, saw the two men behind him follow out, said in a somewhat weak voice, “That man just now, arrest him for me!”

York Charlie’s aura was still appallingly cold, even more furious and irritated by the events of the day, and the two men hastened to do as they were told, grabbing Anu and tying him up.

York Charlie then got into the car holding Blanche Capra.

A van, the two threw Anu in the middle and watched while York Charlie and Blanche Capra sat at the end.

“To the hospital! Hurry!” York Charlie ordered.

…

York Charlie stood outside waiting while the doctor called him over.

“The baby in her stomach,” the doctor sighed, “is likely to haemorrhage if she doesn’t get it out, and she’s been physically traumatised before, she might not survive that! You need to make a quick decision and operate to remove the baby!” He pulled out a piece of paper, “Here’s the consent form for the operation, make up your mind!”

York Charlie’s frown deepened the more he listened, he was silent for three seconds before he finally spoke, “I’ll sign it.”

For York Charlie, it was an agonisingly long wait.

After the surgery, York Charlie didn’t know what to do with Blanche Capra when she woke up after the surgery, she would have realised that the baby was gone, what would she do? Will she cry? Or rebuke him bitterly? He would have preferred her to take it out on him, rather than hold it in her stomach and be cold and silent to him.

York Charlie sat in thought, trying to figure out how to comfort her, how to soothe her negative emotions.

As twilight fell, Blanche Capra woke up.

She opened her eyes and saw the white walls of the hospital and York Charlie sitting on the side with his forehead in thought. She didn’t make a sound and watched him quietly, looking at the thick hair on top of his head and his grey-stained clothes.

The first thing she did was recall the sight of being trapped in a closed room with flames burning all around her before she passed out. At that time, she had thought many, many thoughts in her head, even though it was too hard for her to say much. From the present, thinking of the past, and from the past, thinking of the present, and from the present, thinking of the future.

When she felt painfully desperate in the past and hopeless in the future, she saw him, she touched him, she heard him. He was at her side.

Blanche Capra moved, and suddenly something felt different.

She subconsciously reached for her stomach.

York Charlie immediately sensed her awakening and looked at her with complicated eyes after his elation. But she was even more panicked and scared by his look, she persistently touched, pressed and squeezed her tummy, but could only feel the emptiness inside, as well as the residual tingling in her lower body and the pain that gradually flooded up.

It was a different kind of pain.

Blanche Capra immediately opened her eyes round and looked incredulously at York Charlie, stuttering, “I … I … baby . . where’s the baby?”