Master Charlie Was Tricked By A Woman

Blanche Capra sat in front of the computer, the dark screen reflected her own thin face, cheeks have been thinning, long hair cut and long, before staying bangs also do not know when they were stored up.

She could not see her own eyes, and could not even tell what she was thinking.

Sitting alone for a while, the people around her busily working with their heads down, then she finally did stand up and went to the pantry to make a cup of hot milk.

Then travelling all the way straight, the one she headed for was the president’s office.

Walking to the door of the president’s office, she was just about to push the door in when she saw SECRETARY Lean open the door and come out. The coincidental meeting made each other freeze, while secretary Lean raised a smile to Blanche Capra after that brief second.NôvelDrama.Org: owner of this content.

Is it something to be happy about, Blanche Capra thought. She had only come to see him too, just to see, nothing more.

Secretary Lean turned away after glancing at the milk in her hand, and Blanche Capra followed the door in, and right across the room she saw York Charlie with his head down, rubbing his brow, and papers piled high on his desk. The mere sight of a faceless figure made Blanche Capra think that the man sitting at his desk was hard and tired.

Had he, indeed, not slept for three days?

Blanche Capra try to lighten the footsteps to walk over, fortunately, she did not wear high heels today, walking will not make a clear sound, she step by step on the ground, holding a cup of hot air dense milk, as if it is very discreet, careful to walk the red carpet of the show like. And he, York Charlie, but seems to be busy in the hands of the work, half did not notice her approach.

Perhaps … was aware of it, but how could he not have thought that the person who came would be her, right?

Only this morning she had had a terrible quarrel with him, and in the end had broken up.

Blanche Capra came up beside him and tried to put down the milk, but all she needed was one hand to remove the papers from the table. She hesitated, and took it away gently and quietly, while her eyes flicked over to York Charlie, who was still in the same position, one hand propped up on his forehead in a pensive manner, not moving at all.

With his forehead hair blocking his eyes, Blanche Capra had a suspicion in her mind, and stooped down to look, only to find that York Charlie was really asleep. His eyes were slightly closed and his brow was furrowed into a knot.

Just when she wasn’t sure whether to leave quietly or what to do, a pair of deep but reddish eyes met hers: he was awake, a knowledge that just popped into Blanche Capra’s head.

Before she could back away, York Charlie had lifted his head, a strong hand grasping his arm.

His eyes, looking at her silently through that residual post-awakening bewilderment and evanescent fatigue, and Blanche Capra couldn’t help but catch her breath as the hand on her arm suddenly gave a firm grip, and with a whimper of surprise, she was already being taken into his arms and sitting on his lap.

He held her gently, but with irresistible strength, Blanche Capra wanted to struggle, but as soon as her feet hit the ground, his warm breath sprayed in her ear, “Don’t move, just let me hold you like this for a while.”

Blanche Capra felt the low hoarseness of his voice, that was a state that would only appear after extreme exhaustion, how come she hadn’t noticed it before? Blanche Capra’s movements stopped at once, her body took on some unnatural stiffness, obediently stayed in his arms but was afraid that her own weight would be too much for him to bear.

“You …” Blanche Capra spoke softly, “put me down, this is tiring.”

York Charlie gave a reflexive “hmmm” when he heard her speak, his sleepiness subsided a bit when he heard what she was saying, “You’re tired?”

Blanche Capra, of course, shook her head, and she was busy saying, “No, not tired.” She couldn’t see him, his face resting against the back of her head, and she swallowed, “It’s this, you get tired …”

York Charlie gave another tired “hmmm” and then his light tone came from behind her head and blew directly into her ear, “No, not tired at all.”

Blanche Capra didn’t know what to say anymore, tensing up for fear she’d crush him if she relaxed too much. Just as she searched her mind for a while, trying to speak again, she felt York Charlie seem to have fallen asleep.

His shallow, even breaths fell as lightly as snowflakes, landing in her ears and on her skin. Blanche Capra was even more afraid to move.

How tired was he these days when he could fall asleep like this?

Blanche Capra sat on his lap, and suddenly and ghostly curled her arm back and probed, touching his hair with ease. She fingered the hair beneath her palm so gently that she could count on her fingers the number of times she’d touched it, his forbidden place.

Ignoring the stiffness and soreness of her muscles, which didn’t count, Blanche Capra sat in his arms, and before her eyes she seemed to see the years of time, crushed into circle after circle, endless, long, but delicate, dense, and seemingly fermenting with a mellow sweetness.

This also do not know how long has passed.

And at this time under the group building, there was a person who was walking in step by step until he took the lift and went up to a certain floor.

This person had long brown hair, and the sound of her clattering heels rang out in the busy space; no one noticed her, and she took it upon herself to walk in a certain direction.

Shireen Miller’s heart was pounding.

Because she had heard that the Charlie Group was having problems recently, and the whole the Charlie Group was busy all over the place, she thought of coming here to take a look, to see what kind of situation York Charlie was in, and to take this opportunity to show herself, so as to make York Charlie feel better about herself, and to enhance his goodwill towards her.

Most importantly, she has to appear in front of York Charlie from time to time, she has to make him accept her subtle influence unconsciously, so that he can get used to her existence.

There’s no relationship more solid than habit.

Shireen Miller walked steadily on her feet, and suddenly the road felt a little long. She couldn’t decide whether York Charlie would be pleased or disgusted to see her presence, and the best odds were that he would be. She also couldn’t be sure what was so difficult about York Charlie’s job, and she was going to meet him with the sincerity of the entire THE MILLER FAMILY, and she was going to help him.

None of this, though, she had yet to discuss with her father. But she believed that as long as York Charlie was willing to accept her help, she could totally convince her father to help the Charlie Group through this difficult time.

She didn’t know much about these business things, but for York Charlie’s sake, she had already thought about getting a formal position in her own group in the future. Perhaps that will add to her leverage as York Charlie’s wife.

Who wouldn’t want a wife who was both beautiful and generous, as well as having the ability and background?

Shireen Miller thought in a somewhat dazed manner, in fact … actually the reason why she was so impatient and even decided to make more efforts in the future was because …

Her hanging fingers trembled slightly as she remembered what she had heard that day at the hospital.