Master Charlie Was Tricked By A Woman

Chapter 252 A Pity



For some reason, York Charlie suddenly had an unreal feeling, as if all his present happiness was nothing but a phantom dream, or even what could only be described as a bubble, which would burst at the first poke.

When they got home, Blanche Capra carried her dress upstairs, and York Charlie wanted to follow her up, but she wouldn’t let him, “It’s almost lunchtime, what are you doing up here?”

“What are you doing?” York Charlie gently took her slender hand in his.

“I’m going to go change into something more comfortable and make it easier to cook later.” York Charlie gave a confused look when Blanche Capra finished speaking, “Just let the cooks do that sort of thing, why else would they be invited?”

He couldn’t afford to have pots and pans in her life, she could buy whatever she wanted as his wife, and he was going to renovate the empty room into her new dressing room, she could buy all the luxury brands in the world, whether it was clothes and shoes or jewelry, she was perfectly entitled to splurge like that.

Blanche Capra knew what York Charlie was thinking as she stood two steps above him and scratched his nose as if he were a small child.

“You, do you really understand what marriage is? Marriage means that we’re going to be together from now on, and I’ve got nothing else to do in the house, and it’s a wife’s duty to cook you a nice meal.”

York Charlie was quite taken with this, but, “Well, then, you’ll be in charge of my supper, so that I promise to come back for supper every day from now on.”Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org exclusive © material.

It also leaves the post open for the cook.

“OK.”

It wasn’t as if York Charlie had never seen Blanche Capra’s handiwork before, but she just handed him food burned to charcoal and he’d eat it.

“Don’t underestimate me, I’ve come a long way.” Blanche Capra knew York Charlie would doubt her cooking skills.

York Charlie shook his head, “No, I eat everything you make.”

After much persuasion, she fried two dishes for him for lunch and made soup, “I’ve checked these ingredients with the soup, they are all tonic for your body, you’ve been so busy at work these past few days, it’s a tonic for you.”

She gave him a bowl of rice and didn’t sit down to eat herself, just watched him eat.

“Ohhh, I’ll taste it.” York Charlie looked down and took a piece of meat and tasted it.

Blanche Capra looks at him and smiles, a smile that isn’t so much satisfying as it is creepy.

York Charlie looked up, and Blanche Capra withdrew his smile just in time, and with that gentle look again, he asked, “Why don’t you sit down and eat with me?”

“It’s enough for me to watch you eat.” Blanche Capra hooked her lips, “Besides, I’m so used to eating salads when I’m a model that I’m not used to home cooking instead.”

“I see, then I’ll have the maid toss your salad.” York Charlie just wanted to keep her down with him no matter what.

He didn’t know that at the moment his new petite wife was thinking about how to make him physically worse and worse.

There’s a rumor going around the Charlie Group – the president of the Charlie Group doesn’t go anywhere after work, he just goes home.

It’s not quite like the other bosses.

Employees were secretly talking about what Blanche Capra had used to get him so enamored that he was running home as soon as he got off work.

“This is what you guys don’t understand, to capture a man’s heart, first capture a man’s stomach.”

“I’ve heard this kind of words a lot, look at President Charlie’s 10, 000 year old iceberg face, does he have a heart to grab?”

“Hey, don’t you say that again.”

“Don’t let me tell the truth yet.”

The group didn’t realize York Charlie was behind them until his assistant shouted, “President Charlie,” and instantly froze.

It’s a good thing York Charlie didn’t count on it either, or they’d have been screwed.

“This moment is really thanks to Blanche Capra, because of her, President Charlie has been in such a good mood lately.”

York Charlie returned home and was greeted by Blanche Capra in her apron, she told the maid to go ahead and do something else, “Just let me do it.”

Handing her his suit jacket, York Charlie was looking for a homecoming kiss, who knew Blanche Capra was thinking the same thing as she tugged right on his tie and kissed him.

“Welcome back.”

York Charlie thought he was bubbling over with happiness.

She had dinner ready and York Charlie washed his hands and waited at the table for the maid to help bring it over.

Dinner was hearty, usually four or five courses.

“The soup isn’t ready yet, and it will be almost ready when you’re full.” Blanche Capra served him his meal.

York Charlie nodded, like a good boy.

He finally knows what others say the joy of a new marriage feels like, with a little dainty wife like Blanche Capra in the house, he’s had room for her in his eyes all his life.

Blanche Capra is still standing, watching him taste the new dishes she made, she hooked her lips and smiled coldly.

This smile accidentally fell into the maid who brought the soup up, she was directly scared that the pot fell to the ground, the soup that just rolled up spilled all over the floor, “Ah–”

Blanche Capra collected her smile in time and went to check the situation, “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing, it’s just my foot, my foot gave a burn …,” the maid didn’t even dare to look at Blanche Capra as she spoke.

Blanche Capra looked at her like that, that is to see but not have the guts to say it.

York Charlie called the driver, “Quickly take her to the hospital, the cost you advance, turn around and reimburse.”

“Okay.”

After sending the maid away, York Charlie called Blanche Capra back to continue eating, “What kind of soup did you make?”

“Tian Qi and Yang Ginseng Chicken Soup, I see that your eyes have been a bit red lately, so I gave it to you to lower the fire, and this can also dispel dampness.” After Blanche Capra finished speaking, York Charlie smiled, “You know everything?”

“It’s not for your sake.”

“But it’s quite a pity to pour that soup just like that …,” Blanche Capra revealed a lost look.

After dinner, York Charlie dragged her out for a walk in the backyard, during which Nadia made a phone call, Blanche Capra went back inside to answer it, and after hanging up, she received a text message from an unfamiliar number.

“Next recipe is tonic based, ingredients are …”

Blanche Capra replies, “Got it.”

York Charlie called to her from a distance and she rushed back, “What’s wrong?”

“Look, the laurels are blooming, this should be the last of them.” York Charlie’s breath swam in her hair.

The cinnamon flowers drifted to the ground and Blanche Capra closed her eyes as the scent of the flowers intensified.

Opening her eyes, York Charlie kissed her.

York Charlie thought this was going to be blissful until he fainted in the middle of a meeting and that moment was over.

It would have been a small thing, but it was a big thing for Blanche Capra because that’s what she wanted.

Blanche Capra was notified at home when York Charlie fainted, and pretending to be flustered, she sent the maid down to notify the chauffeur while she changed into some clothes in her bedroom.

Closing the door, Blanche Capra’s anxious look dropped suddenly, and with a cold face, she sat down on the sofa to finish the glass of wine, her slender fingers slowly turning as the burgundy liquid slid into her bright red lips.

Everything in the world is mutually exclusive, one day eating tonic and the other day eating cold, it is even the healthiest body can’t survive this kind of torture.

This was the way she was emptying York Charlie’s body day by day.

It was obvious they seemed to be having such a good time, but in reality, Blanche Capra lay beside him every night drilling him on what to do tomorrow to make him weaker.

“Down.” Blanche Capra sneered, she was having a hard time.

The panic, the guilt, the worry. All pushed to the back of her mind, not wanting to think about it at all.


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