Master Charlie Was Tricked By A Woman

With Delia Field having said that, Blanche Capra had no choice but to go along with her steps to put the matter to rest.

“Those pictures don’t explain much, and I can’t talk about York Charlie for a while, but Delia Field and I have kept our relationship pretty steadily bad.”

Pretty steadily awful.

She hadn’t actually listened to Delia Field’s interview, she’d asked her secretary to convey that she didn’t want to hear Delia Field’s voice.

If she had known how Delia Field explained her relationship with York Charlie and the news of her soon to be wedding, Blanche Capra was afraid she would have fainted all over again.

In the grand scheme of things, Blanche Capra was thankful for Delia Field in this case; without her, there was no way the press would have let her go so quickly.

Blanche Capra thought that was the end of her contact with Delia Field for the time being, but she didn’t expect to receive an invitation to Delia Field’s birthday party anytime soon.

“President Capra, going to attend?” The secretary asked.

Blanche Capra let out a breath, “She’s already invited, it’s not good for me not to go now that the outside world is still suspicious of our relationship.”

“Understood, then I’ll help you put off a chamber of commerce that night.”

Since she was going, she definitely couldn’t come empty-handed, plus she had to say thank you for Delia Field’s relief for her, so the gift mustn’t be too light.

“Contact the department store counter for me, I want a set of gemstone jewelry, a complete set, with a price range between one and two million dollars.” She could be said to have put down a heavy price.

This way the media would report it so that they wouldn’t be suspicious of their relationship and would be less harsh on her. It was also a way to please Lynel Field, the chairman of THE Field Group.

“Oh, and order a bouquet of roses, it doesn’t matter how many, it just looks like a lot.”

“Okay.”

Other than that, there wasn’t much Blanche Capra could do.

If she had to say, she might need to do a little mental preparation, since York Charlie must have been at the birthday party, too.

Then there was no guarantee that this invitation from Delia Field would not be a Honky Tonk.

Anyway, she would never admit defeat or let them get married.

She’s the one who’s legally married to York Charlie.

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Delia Field’s birthday party as the only millennial in THE Field family was naturally nothing to sneeze at, and it was no less lavish than the welcome parties she’s thrown before, if not more windy.

The last time Blanche Capra stole her thunder, Delia Field kept it in her heart, and this time, in time for the French fashion show, she specially bought an original designer’s high-fashion gown just because she didn’t want to lose to Blanche Capra.

Of course, she thinks she can’t lose to Blanche Capra.

Blanche Capra was much more casual on her side, rushing off in a silver fringed bustier dress, fur-trimmed white boots, a pink and white tweed coat, and her egg curls permed and then coiled up.

On the way, she opened the gift she had prepared for Delia Field, a full set of sapphire and diamond jewelry, and a card with a message-thanks for unplugging, happy birthday.

Her presence drew a media scrum, and if Blanche Capra hadn’t put some thought into her gift, she wondered what they’d say about her again.

As soon as she stepped out of the car, Blanche Capra met eyes with Delia Field, who was greeting guests at the door, and though she resisted in her mind, she took the initiative to go up and talk to Delia Field.

“Thank you for last time, if it wasn’t for you, I don’t know how I would have gagged these reporters.” Blanche Capra handed the gift to the staff.

Delia Field hooked her lips into a smile, her lips were red and teeth were white, she looked great, “You’re welcome, this is all what I should do, I’m not that petty, I don’t like to be catty with people.”

“I can see that Miss Field is this kind of generous woman, it’s really worthy that she grew up abroad, her thoughts are much more tolerant and open than many people.” Blanche Capra doesn’t know what she’s talking about, and anyway, the commercial interplay is just fine.

She wasn’t trying to deliberately ingratiate herself with Delia Field, merely trying to avoid the media flurry so that there wouldn’t be any more trouble down the road – if there was anything more between her and York Charlie, York Charlie would certainly not want to be alone with her again.

As the two exchanged seemingly close and friendly words, York Charlie came out of the venue looking for Delia Field, and his heart skipped a beat when he saw Blanche Capra.NôvelDrama.Org © 2024.

Blanche Capra saw him too, and she was tempted to greet him, but York Charlie’s cold demeanor froze her in her tracks.

York Charlie walked over to Delia Field and put an arm around her waist, nodding to Blanche Capra as a greeting.

Delia Field hooked her arm around his neck and rubbed his chin, sideways, her slightly rounded dandelion eyes looking flirtatious as she swiveled her pupils to look at Blanche Capra. “President Capra go in first.”

Every move, in Blanche Capra’s opinion, was a provocation to her.

The exasperating thing was that she couldn’t do anything about it.

“Good.”

Blanche Capra passed by York Charlie, who unconsciously turned his head to look at her, and Delia Field reached up and brushed his face just in time for him to snap back to his senses and look back at her.

“Don’t be nervous, she’s not going to come and stir things up.” Delia Field defaulted to the fact that he was sick of Blanche Capra; in fact, she’d seen it coming.

As long as he was still with her, she wouldn’t let Blanche Capra have her way.

Since it was a birthday party, Delia Field invited mostly younger friends and had the party at her house.

By the time the people arrived and York Charlie returned to the house with his arm around Delia Field, the guests were already chatting.

They were the main attraction and drew attention to themselves as soon as they showed up, first complimenting Delia Field on her goddess and then York Charlie on being a good match for her.

“Door to door, I’m talking about face value.”

Delia Field showed her teeth and smiled with pride in her tone, “I think he and I both have good eyes too, how else would we have found each other.”

With that said, she looks over at York Charlie, her eyes brimming.

York Charlie naturally looked at her cooperatively, resting his forehead against hers.

Their blatant display of affection caused the crowd to tease, “Looking at your eyes, I can see what it means to be a natural couple.”

“You guys continue, I’ll dry this bowl of sweetness.”

“So mushy in front of us, wouldn’t the two be like glue at home.”

They laughed and Delia Field laughed along with them, showing a rare blush, “What are you guys talking about, how embarrassing.”

“What’s there to be embarrassed about, come give us a kiss, let us witness your beautiful love.”

After saying that, everyone followed.

Except Blanche Capra.

She stood in the outer part of the hall and watched them joking and laughing from afar.

The more in love York Charlie was with Delia Field, the more her heart ached.

Because of her loss, Blanche Capra simply lowered her eyes and didn’t look at their lovemaking, lest she lose control of herself for a moment and rush up to make trouble again.

That way, York Charlie would hate her even more, right?

Little did she know, however, that York Charlie’s gaze, and his attention, had always been on Blanche Capra, only to retract when someone flirted, and look at Delia Field to fill in the blanks.

It was looking at Delia Field that he couldn’t help but drift towards Blanche Capra out of the corner of his eye.

He had no idea what he was doing.

Delia Field, on the other hand, could see it all, and she simply went along for the ride and, with everyone egging her on, kissed York Charlie.

The ringing applause sounded to Blanche Capra like sharp razor blades scratching her heart.