Master Charlie Was Tricked By A Woman

Blanche Capra gradually furrowed her brows, so lost in her own thoughts that she didn’t realise that York Charlie had been watching her thoughtfully for a while.

It was only when York Charlie spoke up and called to her that Blanche Capra snapped back to her senses, her eyes really focusing on his face.

“What are you thinking about?” York Charlie asked again.

Blanche Capra shook her head a little dully, then said with an inquiring look, “That licence plate number I wrote down yesterday …”

York Charlie stares at her for a moment before slowly shaking his head.This text is property of Nô/velD/rama.Org.

With all that speculation and worry in her head, Blanche Capra became a little distracted. Looking at York Charlie who was still standing in front of her at this moment, wanting to ask things but unable to do so, she opened her mouth and hesitated for a while, but in the end, she was only able to say, “I really need to rest, you go out!”

York Charlie looked faint, “Not now.”

Blanche Capra froze, “Why?”

“Now …” York Charlie took a step forward, then leaned down and propped his hands on the bed, Blanche Capra subconsciously leaned back, but York Charlie’s face came closer and closer to her.

Cool breath sprayed on her face, Blanche Capra saw his eyes narrow slightly, and when he opened his mouth his voice was low and soft, his words hiding certainty and suspicion, “Now I want to know, what were you thinking about when you were so lost in thought?”

Not expecting him to be so relentless in his pursuit, or to be as obvious as he was, Blanche Capra became bitter with some remorse.

Deny it at once? Say he wasn’t thinking anything at all? No, York Charlie wouldn’t believe that; he’d already decided he was thinking something and was chasing him to find out.

Make up a lie? How? What? What to say? Blanche Capra’s mind was a mess at the moment, especially when faced with York Charlie’s imposing presence, her consciousness seemed even more cramped.

“I don’t want to say it.” She skimmed her head.

Blanche Capra really didn’t know what to do, and the most unhelpful sentence came out of her mouth. Her face was suddenly a little unnatural, and she was thinking about how York Charlie would speculate on her dissecting her earlier reaction, or at least be a little angry at herself for not being honest like that, when she suddenly heard a soft chuckle in her ear.

Blanche Capra couldn’t help but look back at him.

So close that the first thing that caught her eye was the corner of his mouth raised in a slight curve, and she tried to get a better look at it, but he backed away from her, and the curve seemed to float out and float in the void of mid-air, imprinted in the air. That air was warmed by the fumes, the heat steaming up to her cheeks.

Returning to his initial distance, York Charlie looked at her with a full smile in his eyes as he said, “What’s with the stupidity this time? Can’t get your head round it?”

He was laughing at her for not being able to find even one reason, one excuse, for not having a single word to say in response. Yet he liked her like this, liked that she didn’t beat around the bush with him, liked that she wasn’t that calm and smart, liked that she was helpless when she faced him, and even if she hid it, she didn’t want to deceive.

So even now, when she honestly says she doesn’t want to talk about it, he cheerfully lets her off the hook.

York Charlie’s reaction of laughing instead of being angry surprised Blanche Capra in her heart, and then after the surprise, reacting to what he had meant by what he had said, there was an instant of mortification and anger.

She tensed her face, her voice containing exasperation, “I don’t care about you, I just don’t want to talk about it,” she glared at him, “Get the hell out of here! What are you laughing at! I haven’t forgiven you yet!”

York Charlie thought that if Blanche Capra had had anything in her hand, it would have come crashing down on him.

…

After York Charlie left, Blanche Capra couldn’t help but start wondering about those things again.

Now it seemed that all these recent events, from the rock incident, to the falling lake incident, made her suspect one person: Moore Howard. And wasn’t Moore Howard the same person who showed up at the end of the day when she was tricked into going to the hotel and then kidnapped earlier? Moore Howard’s behaviour are becoming more frequent and his actions are increasing. Blanche Capra believes that as long as she remains in his way, he will not hesitate to choose to kill her!

Just like the fire that was to consume her along with York Charlie.

Just as Blanche Capra lay tossing and turning in her hospital bed, her mind also reeling with thoughts, the door to her room was opened and the sound of high heels on the floor approached unobtrusively. Blanche Capra turned to see Shireen Miller standing there with gritted teeth, glaring at her in no uncertain terms. Blanche Capra was in a state of shock, but she had no idea what she was going to do when she saw Shireen Miller’s face and the way she looked at her.

Blanche Capra sat up, “What are you doing here?”

Shireen Miller deliberately waited until she had thoroughly confirmed that York Charlie had left the hospital before she relented and walked into the ward where Blanche Capra lay. People had been coming and going outside the ward from time to time before, and she hadn’t dared eavesdrop when York Charlie had been inside for a while.

Shireen Miller clenched his fists, sentence after sentence almost squeezed out from between his teeth, sounding resentful and hateful to the extreme, “Blanche Capra, you’re Brandi right? Why didn’t you die back then? How come you can’t die now … now? Why is it that no matter what happens, you can come back unscathed?!”

The two playful birds on the branch outside the window flew away in a panic at first, like a stone coming in, and in such a quiet hospital room, Shireen Miller’s almost roaring words crashed and shook the otherwise calm air, which was full of ripples that could not be calmed for a long time.

Blanche Capra couldn’t control her mood swings when she heard those words.

Life was supposed to be a precious thing, and after she had survived the fires of hell, after she had exhausted all her strength, she was being asked to her face: why live? Why not die? Why? Why? Blanche Capra’s first reaction was one of heartbreaking ridiculousness. Even though she hated the woman in front of her, even though how much the woman loathed her, when she was actually expected to die, she suddenly felt that her life was so cheap.

Did she hate her that much? Hated her so much that she couldn’t wait for her to die? Who gave her the right to trample on the dignity of a person’s life so rightfully? Blanche Capra was silent, and the silence was followed by an inwardly heavy sneer.

Shireen Miller, who was in a very emotional state, saw that after she finished speaking, Blanche Capra on the other side of the table was silent and didn’t say a word, the hatred and indignation in her heart grew more and more like wild grasses, and on the surface, she even laughed coldly, “You don’t say anything? Well, it doesn’t matter if you don’t speak! Because I know it all! I remember back then you were like this, you didn’t say anything but only pretended to be pitiful! Now you’ve become more powerful, but unfortunately, you’re still that Brandi, you don’t even know that York Charlie has been using you from the beginning to the end!”

Blanche Capra finally stared at her seriously, judgement and suspicion in her eyes, and Shireen Miller laughed more and more as she saw the change in her face, “Brandi, you really don’t know! Hahaha, you’re so ridiculous and pathetic! What a bittersweet first love, I see it as a complete and utter scam! He used you, he used your whole family … “Shireen Miller reached out and pointed at Blanche Capra, and kept laughing, looking at her as if she was really looking at someone who was ridiculous to the core.