Master Charlie Was Tricked By A Woman

York Charlie quickly caught up with Blanche Capra, even though she was still some distance away.

She looked so disoriented that she didn’t even realize she was walking in the middle of the main street, so it seemed that the truth Shireen Miller had just announced hurt her.

The thought of her being so upset over another man made York Charlie’s heart feel like an overflow of vinegar.

He was about to approach her to ask her about her affair with Francesca Jones when suddenly a car sped toward Blanche Capra, and she was still too deep in her own thoughts to react.

Did she have a death wish?

York Charlie rushed up in a few arrows and pushed Blanche Capra to the side, just for a moment, and the next second the vehicle sped past them.

Blanche Capra staggered and looked like she was about to fall to the ground, unable to stand.

York Charlie’s long hand wrapped around her and she landed in his arms.

The familiar scent of his cologne put her in a momentary trance-they were like an innocent couple like this, with nothing to think about.

“How long are you going to be lost in thought? Or has your soul already been seduced by that Francesca Jones guy.”

The cold and familiar voice poured into her ears like a cold wind, and Blanche Capra jerked her cord.

Sanity all came back.

Blanche Capra pushed York Charlie out of the way as soon as she could, her eyes as alert as an enemy with a rusty look.

York Charlie thought of her relaxed demeanor with Francesca Jones, and the irony grew.

Blanche Capra also realized her outburst and withdrew the sharpness in her eyes as she looked at him, “Why are you here?”

“If I didn’t come, what else would you and Francesca Jones be doing?”

Blanche Capra’s delicate nerves snapped and she frowned, glaring at him, “You mean I’m having an affair with Francesca Jones?”

This was ridiculous, Francesca Jones had come along when she was at her most disillusioned and she had always thought of him as a friend, though not anymore.

“Do I have to report to you beforehand for every contact I have with the opposite sex?” Blanche Capra hooked the corners of her mouth, coldness spreading across it with a hint of sarcasm, “I didn’t realize it turned out that President Charlie had so little confidence in himself that he had to resort to imprisoning his fiancée in such a manner.”

York Charlie was momentarily speechless, veins bulging in his clenched fists, his blood stirring, angry, and lost.

His silence made even Blanche Capra realize she’d spoken harshly, but the words were out of her mouth, and she had a clear conscience.

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But neither would let go of the other’s hand.

York Charlie knew that Blanche Capra had a hard temper, and it was better for him to speak first, or this cold war was going to end.

“Anyway, you come back with me first and we’ll talk about it when we get back.”

“I don’t know what we have to talk about in this case.”

That said, Blanche Capra followed York Charlie back to his house.

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The black Lincoln slowed down as it drove into the villa area until it came to a stop in front of the house, and upon seeing Blanche Capra get out of the car as well, the bodyguards who stood waiting, having already acquiesced that she was the future Mrs. Charlie, bowed in unison.

“Welcome home President Charlie, Miss Capra.”

York Charlie passed through it with Blanche Capra without a glance, her face expressionless, her eyes as dark as night, hiding all her thoughts.

Having just gotten home, Blanche Capra hadn’t eaten her meal, had the maid put her in a watering hole, and then wouldn’t come out of her bedroom.

York Charlie was in the foyer unloading his suit jacket and tie for the maid who was waiting with a tray, his eyes never leaving Blanche Capra, even if it was just his back.

“President Charlie, dinner is all ready.”

“In half an hour you’ll have the cook heat it up and bring it to my bedroom, no, Blanche Capra’s share too.”

“Yes.”

York Charlie, not expecting Blanche Capra to lock the bedroom door, rapped twice.

“Blanche Capra, open the door for me if you’re in there.”

All that came back to him was silence.

What kind of man can’t even get into his own bedroom, York Charlie couldn’t wait to get his room key from the maid, he climbed right through the window.

Blanche Capra happened to be lying on the parapet to blow the wind, and was startled by the sudden appearance of York Charlie.

She’s been through a lot, too, and isn’t so shocked that she screams.

More angry than shocked, Blanche Capra gritted her teeth and suppressed the anger that was about to ignite, “Do you know how high it is? What if you fall?”

“This is my house, of course I know how high it is, I’m not coming over now.”

York Charlie’s heart was naturally happy to know that she still cared if he would get hurt, and despite the lingering jealousy, he chose to look at it from her perspective.

“I heard some of Shireen Miller’s words, she and Francesca Jones joined forces to deceive you, and your pride was hurt, but on the bright side, Shireen Miller did it to take you away from me, and now that they’ve disintegrated internally, and you’ve seen Francesca Jones ‘s true colors, and just by having less contact with him, there’s one less danger.”

York Charlie reassures her that he feels the same way himself.

Blanche Capra felt York Charlie understood, and she broke away from the confinement of his hands and turned to lean against the openwork carved parapet, half of her body in the darkness, the wind ruffling her hair.

“You wouldn’t understand what it’s like to lose a friend, and you don’t have any, you don’t know what it’s like to be lied to and betrayed by someone you trusted, and you wouldn’t know what it’s like to have your true friends leave you one by one.” Blanche Capra thought of Lorcan George and suddenly felt heartbroken.

York Charlie had grown up with a brooding, cold-as-ice temperament, and he had never had a friend who pushed his buttons except in business.

Even if others want to be close to him with a sincere heart, he is indifferent, he is an iceberg that will not melt.

It wasn’t a sore spot for York Charlie, and he wasn’t offended when she said so, he just felt like they were going to fight again if they kept communicating.

“I know you’re upset right now, just calm down, it won’t be long until our engagement arrives, until then everything needs to be taken care of with care and attention.”

He patted her on the shoulder and whirled into the house to change and wash, while Blanche Capra’s attitude remained aloof.

She didn’t even look at York Charlie because it would remind her of how York Charlie had hurt her back when she was at her lowest, and she knew all too well the pain of being betrayed by someone she trusted.

On the other hand, she didn’t think that Francesca Jones was really as heartless as Shireen Miller said, at least in those days when she was sad for York Charlie, Francesca Jones’ presence and companionship made her not so sad.

The later it got, the colder the wind became, all but blowing into one’s heart and cooling it down with it.

Blanche Capra had gone back inside after a sneeze.

While York Charlie had left the bedroom to go work in his study, Blanche Capra undressed and showered, and before she went into the bathroom, she covered her front with a towel in one hand and picked up her cell phone, which wouldn’t stop ringing, in the other.

It was Francesca Jones, who had messaged and called frantically, trying to explain to her.

“How dare you lie to me and expect me to forgive you right away, no way.” Blanche Capra cleared out all his messages and pulled him closer to the contact blacklist as well.

No matter how Francesca Jones was going to explain it, there was no way she was going to be able to look at him as a friend she could trust for now.

Messaging her best friend Nadia about an afternoon tea date, Blanche Capra tossed down her phone and turned into the bathroom.