Master Charlie Was Tricked By A Woman

Blanche Capra felt so stupid. It was clear that her heart was hinting to her that she loved York Charlie, and yet she still would rather suppress her feelings than break with him.

And everything she knew was a lie–a setup laid by Moore Howard.

Moore Howard never told her that the Howard family was involved in the fight, and that Moore Howard’s father was a man who would stop at nothing to get what he wanted, and for the Howard Group, he had more than just other people’s lives on his hands.

There’s no way to know for sure, but Blanche Capra thinks there’s a good chance that her parents were killed by Moore Howard, who had York Charlie take the fall for it, and because there was a misunderstanding between him and her, he used her to groom her to be one of his pawns. It’s a setup that she’s never seen through until now.

Blanche Capra remembered what Shireen Miller had said the other day, that Moore Howard was truly terrifying.

He was born evil.

York Charlie sees that Blanche Capra has been frozen and is still in a trance, he thinks she still doesn’t believe him and is about to argue when she suddenly comes back to her senses.

How much York Charlie loved her, how much her heart ached now.

Only a period of time has not seen, the thought is almost overflowing out of the heart, there is no way to completely give vent to their desire here, only in the lips and teeth against the death of lingering.

Blanche Capra seldom so active, Blanche Capra flushed, the atmosphere in the room suddenly became ambiguous.

She looked at York Charlie, trembling eyelids let blocked out the flow of deep love, she was afraid that York Charlie misunderstood her bad intentions, deliberately emphasized, “I know wrong.”

“You do not need to repeat, it is not your fault.” York Charlie scratched her nose, a smile in his eyes, “I’m glad you’re back.”

Blanche Capra didn’t expect York Charlie to even count forgiveness and break things off with her so quickly, she was shocked and delighted and finally broke into a smile, “Is it really okay for you to indulge me like that?”

“Yes, as long as I like it.”

“I really won’t leave you again.”

“I won’t let you leave either.” York Charlie finished and Blanche Capra came up and kissed him again.

She was a kitten now, clinging to her master.

York Charlie took it well too and didn’t get suspicious of her actions just because of this one time.

The two rubbed their ears together for a while and York Charlie rested his forehead against Blanche Capra’s, enjoying the moment now, it was amazing how a few days of not seeing each other had made him miss it so much.

“You look thinner again, did the company stuff keep you from resting well.” York Charlie’s thumb slid over her soft cheek, she looked as pretty and refined as ever despite her veiled face, and with an unchanged aura, just much more haggard than before.

With so much going on in the company, it was normal for her not to be able to adjust at once.

Blanche Capra laughed bitterly, and she was still vain enough to get up, “It’s not as if I had recruited myself.”

“I’ll have the cook make you more supplements when we get back, you can’t eat salad anymore.” York Charlie finished, “Speaking of which, I haven’t complimented you yet, your cooking skills have really grown.”

He said it with a smile on his lips, looking at Blanche Capra with a chill in her heart.

“Are you serious?”

York Charlie detangled her long hair that she had coiled up to look competent, the scent of her hair was refreshing, he stroked her soft fine hair, he preferred her a little more lazier than in that old-fashioned guise.

“Of course, if you’re going to bring up your motivation for volunteering to cook again, then I have Moore Howard to thank for that, otherwise how could you possibly be willing to spoon.”

Blanche Capra then grudgingly believed he wasn’t being sarcastic, “Then if you like it, I’ll make it back for you later, and I’ll cook it properly this time.”

“Yeah.” York Charlie agreed without a second thought.

The stone that Blanche Capra had been weighing on her heart fell away.

She thought to herself that now that she had admitted that she was wrong, shouldn’t she take York Charlie home, cut off her relationship with Moore Howard, and return the Charlie Group to York Charlie’s care.

No sooner had she had that thought than York Charlie said, “But we can’t make up just yet, and by that I mean we’ll have to pretend we don’t get along in front of Moore Howard.”

Why was he like a worm in her stomach, saying whatever she thought.

“Fine, I’ll do whatever you want.” Blanche Capra knew York Charlie had his own plans.

But it was always okay to take him out of the hospital, right? She couldn’t be comfortable with him here.

“Thinking about something?” York Charlie was so observant that he cared about her changing moods when she just blinked and frowned.

Blanche Capra didn’t dare look up at him, or he pressed the back of her neck, forcing her to look up, her eyes meeting, and he smiled, “If you have something to say, just say it.”

There was an indescribable amount of doting in his tone.

He was so indulgent with her.

Blanche Capra doesn’t hide it anymore either and asks him directly, “When are you coming home with me?” It felt like he’d run back to his mother’s house and she’d chased after him to pick him up.

York Charlie felt like it, too, and a smile blossomed a little on his face, and just as he was about to respond to Blanche Capra’s anticipation, out of the corner of his eye he was keenly aware that someone was eavesdropping outside the door.

He’d almost forgotten that he still had to dispose of this Moore Howard person before he could feel comfortable being at home and living an intimate life with Blanche Capra.

In order to keep the other man from realizing that he’d been faking it all along, York Charlie couldn’t go back with Blanche Capra now, or Moore Howard would surely find out the cracks.

He has to keep the play going.

In that case, he would have to commit Blanche Capra for the time being.

Blanche Capra waited nervously for a long time, thinking of many possibilities, but she just didn’t expect York Charlie to slap her.

It wasn’t hard, but it was enough to break her will.

Sure enough, he still wouldn’t forgive her …

York Charlie pretended to be agitated as she angrily scolded Blanche Capra, “You’ve put me through this and you still think you want me to go back with you, dream on.”

“York, I’m sorry I really didn’t mean it.” Blanche Capra was genuinely flustered.

She didn’t expect how York Charlie’s demeanor changed just like that.

“It’s too late to apologize now, after I get well and get out of the hospital, I will never let you go and you will never get a penny from me.” York Charlie said and pushed her so that her back was in his face.

York Charlie hinted with his eyes that he could only use his mouth to remind Blanche Capra – that he was putting on an act, that there was someone at the door, and that she should leave quickly.

Blanche Capra quickly understood and she stood up, her chair was pushed back by her, making a noise that gave the false impression that they were arguing.

“Since you’re being so tough, I have nothing more to say to you.”

York Charlie averted her face, “Take your time.”

“Thank you, and don’t worry about it, I’ll take care of the company for you, so you can rest here for the rest of your life.” Blanche Capra shrugs her face and leaves.

She stepped out of the ward, her demeanor unchanged, and her eyes darted around bone-deep twice; there was no sign of Moore Howard in these long corridors, suggesting that he had found someone to watch over him rather than taking matters into his own hands.This content is © NôvelDrama.Org.

She breathed a sigh of relief.

Blanche Capra, too, was not expecting Moore Howard to call for someone to keep an eye on York Charlie at all times.