Master Charlie Was Tricked By A Woman

While the crowd was praising Shireen Miller for her forgiving generosity and kindness, while at the same time becoming more disgusted and contemptuous of Blanche Capra, Blanche Capra was simply infuriated and laughed when she heard the wonderful performance of these two people on stage.

How could anyone be so upside down and brazen?

Just when Blanche Capra was cross-eyed, Mrs. Casey said an even more shocking news, “I didn’t finish just now, what about me today, I’m actually going to announce York and Shireen’s marriage, and I’ll give you all the wedding invitations when the time comes!”

Shireen Miller had long known about Mrs. Casey’s arrangement today, but knowing was one thing, when it actually happened, her feelings were still unprecedentedly joyful.

This time, it was real!

This time, with a baby in her belly, she could really marry York Charlie!

A little person inside Shireen Miller sang with joy, joy soaked her eyes, and as the stage erupted with congratulations, she couldn’t help but look offstage to see York Charlie’s reaction, but all she saw was one of his backs.

Blanche Capra ran away, and he went after her.

Blanche Capra didn’t know why, she herself obviously didn’t want to agree to York Charlie’s proposal, but when she was told that York Charlie was going to marry Shireen Miller, she looked at the hypocritical woman on the stage, and for the first time, she felt a little envious.

Envious that that child in her belly could live.

But she, she habitually touched her stomach as she ran, where it had bulged a little, but now it was flat again, empty, like a hallucination.

No one had ever told her that losing a part of her body was such a terrible and helpless feeling.

She heard the sound of the wind in her ears, the sound of her own running footsteps, and the sound of the chasing footsteps of the one behind her getting closer and closer. Blanche Capra was feeling tired, her steps were getting slower and slower, and he was easily catching up with her.

A hand tugged at her arm.

“Blanche Capra…”

York Charlie opened his mouth to call out to her, Blanche Capra shook off his hand and stood still looking at him coldly, “What else do you have to say?”

York Charlie had a somewhat helpless expression on his face, “I really don’t know what’s going on. Originally, it was supposed to be today that I announced my marriage to you, but I didn’t expect that, but they beat me to it.”

Blanche Capra snorted coldly, “Even if you announced it, I wouldn’t admit it. But wouldn’t that be good for you? You have a wife and a child, it’s really a double happiness, oh and there should be a triple happiness, and it also goes along with your mother’s wishes … unlike me, it’s just like a rat in the street, everyone is shouting at me.”

York Charlie was helpless and amused to hear her say that, “You jealous?”

Blanche Capra took a step back and said coldly and stiffly, “No.” She looked at him with a detached gaze, “I’ve never been jealous, it’s you who should hurry back, what are you doing here chasing me?”

York Charlie presses a step closer, “What are you doing so far away from me?”

Blanche Capra stepped back again, feeling his proximity, her expression a little unnatural, “It’s you who are too close.”

“Blanche Capra,” York Charlie exhaled, “I told you that no matter what anyone else thinks or says, you’re the only one I identify with. Why do you always forget that I said that?”

Blanche Capra’s heartstrings tugged slightly, but her face was a cold smile, “Stop joking around, the world, you’re not the only one, you didn’t just pop out of a rock, everything is up to you?” Her voice lowered, “Besides, even if you can not care about other people’s eyes, but I care. So please, think about my feelings too.”Belongs © to NôvelDrama.Org.

York Charlie, however, sighed, “I’m not the only one in the world, but it’s just you and me. Yes, I was born and raised too, but all that, the affection and all that, I could totally care less about it all. I only care about you. And if you say that you care about those bad looks, I can do everything I can to change and eliminate them.”

He held her shoulders, his eyes deep and tender.

Blanche Capra was surprised to hear his confession. How could he be, and not care about anything? How could he not care for affection, which was innate and could not be severed?

Blanche Capra thought of his character, rushed to his heart for his emotional coldness, and suddenly felt as if she were especially important-so important that, in the heart of such a dazzling man, she was the only one who cared.

Blanche Capra froze.

York Charlie did not know when to lower his head, little by little close to her, and her lips and tongue, so sweet and intoxicating taste. Blanche Capra chased his chase, gently closed her eyes, the touch between the lips and tongue was infinitely magnified. Tenderness and lingering in his mind awakening seeds in the earth, growing germs, moisturised by the softness of the rain.

Finally, at the sound of his sigh, a stunningly beautiful and colourful flower steeply blossomed.

Blanche Capra opened her eyes, and for a moment her eyes were misty as York Charlie looked at her face to face, the curve of his lips still incredibly gentle. He moved his thin lips and spat out four words, “Mouthful.”

Blanche Capra felt a pang of shame in her heart and chastised herself for always being cruel to York Charlie, how he had softened her up with a few words. She grimaced, the shift in mood making her a little uncomfortable. She suddenly felt really lousy, never being able to stay calm and sensible when dealing with him, even though she tried so hard to create an illusion, but in the end, it all messed up with her instruments surrendering and being lousy.

She blamed herself, and blamed it on the fact that she had fallen too deeply in love with him.

Just when Blanche Capra thought York Charlie was going to say something else to mock her, the wind suddenly whipped past her ear, something brushed past her ear sharply, and before she could see what it was, she felt a pain in her shoulder and was struck by something.

Blanche Capra looked down to see that York Charlie was already looking sullenly in the direction from which the stone had flown, and he swept his eyes sharply towards the van not far away, in which someone had just deliberately pelted Blanche Capra with stones. The man in the van seemed to have noticed his gaze as well, and when he saw him pick up the phone, he immediately drove off.

York Charlie, however, gives a licence plate number and hangs up the phone.

He looks over at Blanche Capra and reaches out to touch her shoulder, concern in his eyes, “Is everything okay? And where did you get hit by the table earlier in the hall? Do you need to go to the hospital? I can see you’re white from the pain.”

Blanche Capra doesn’t say a word as she listens to his words of concern and suddenly opens her mouth to ask him, “York Charlie, why did you abort my baby?”

York Charlie froze and tried to speak when Blanche Capra immediately said again, “Don’t you say anything like you’re afraid my life is in danger and you can’t let me die. I’m asking you, do you not care about that baby at all? Did you always think that maybe it wasn’t yours …”

“Blanche Capra!” interrupted York Charlie, suddenly cold.

Blanche Capra saw his reaction and didn’t rein it in at all, but continued, “You must have felt that way, or else, or else how could you have abandoned it so easily? Or else you’re not even very upset that it’s gone? Do you also think that I have a messy private life and am a miscreant, so … so subconsciously suspect this child, even if, even if you yourself don’t even realise that you have such thoughts!”

York Charlie looked at her, even the most usual expressionless face condensed into ice.