Master Charlie Was Tricked By A Woman

“Blanche she’s drunk, can you come over and pick her up if you can.”

It wasn’t long after Nadia hung up the phone that Francesca Jones drove over to Blanche Capra with a speed that took her by surprise.

“You came here on a rocket.” Nadia checked her watch from the time she answered the phone until he showed up. Only five minutes had passed.

Francesca Jones had little expression on her face, “I just happened to be in the neighborhood.”

“So …”

Blanche Capra was still slumped over the table at this point, clutching her wine glass in her hand and shouting with a sobbing voice, “York Charlie, York Charlie, why haven’t you come over yet, I’ve been waiting for you for ages.”

She was completely drunk and couldn’t tolerate anyone in her eyes, so she shouted York Charlie, shouting for someone who couldn’t possibly show up.

York Charlie, she said the name in her mind, once, a hundred times, a thousand times.

If only she hadn’t met him in the first place, she wouldn’t have had to be so distraught over him, and he wouldn’t have had to care if they’d ever met.

Now she hadn’t been able to watch him fall in love with someone else and not do anything about it, but York Charlie wasn’t going to turn around for her anymore.

He hates her.

Blanche Capra couldn’t stop bawling at the thought, “I’m hated by him, he doesn’t want me anymore.”

Her entire face was soaked in tears, and before the old tear tracks dried, new ones proceeded to fall.

Nadia was afraid that Blanche Capra was going to break down if she continued to cry, she rubbed her back and urged her, “Blanche, why are you so bitter, York Charlie is just a scumbag, he doesn’t deserve to be so sad.”

It was no use, Blanche Capra couldn’t listen to anything now.

Francesca Jones looks on, pale and with heartache in her eyes, and asks, “What happened?” I hadn’t seen her this sad before.

“Blanche got irritated when I took her to a Delia Field concert and Delia Field ended up inviting York Charlie as a special guest and showing her love in front of her.” Nadia finished and sighed.

It was all thanks to her, it was her curiosity that had gotten Blanche Capra into this mess, and she was upset enough as it was.

Francesca Jones nodded, “I was there for the concert.”

He would be there, also for Blanche Capra.

It’s not hard to see that Francesca Jones is truly devoted to Blanche Capra, giving everything for her without complaint, protecting her, and even accepting that she still has York Charlie in her heart.

Much better than York Charlie, who would only bring harm to Blanche Capra.

Nadia sat Francesca Jones down, she had something to say.

“I’m sure you know what Blanche is going through right now, she broke her heart for York Charlie, and it kills me as her friend to see her like this.”

“I understand.” Francesca Jones kept an eye on Blanche Capra lest she do something stupid in a moment of weakness.

Nadia took the last sip of her wine and said in a serious tone, “It’s not my place to get involved, but I hope, nevertheless, that you and Blanche Capra have a good thing going and that you treat her well.”

“If she’ll give me that chance, I’ll treasure it twice as much.”

It was like there was some sort of understanding between the two, but neither could say they were at ease.

As they talked, Blanche Capra stood up and waddled away from the table, and Francesca Jones followed just in time to pull her back, and when she didn’t have the strength to do so, he simply wrapped his arm around her waist and put her hand on his shoulder.

“I’ll walk her back.”

“Well, be safe back there.”

“What about you? Do you need me to come back and drop you off again?” Francesca Jones said, and had to stop Blanche Capra from struggling while she did so.

Blanche Capra was screaming York Charlie’s name by now, her hand gripping Francesca Jones’ collar and wrinkling it in her grip, but he didn’t care, letting her toss him around.

Nadia shook her head, “Don’t worry, I haven’t had much to drink, I can make it back alone, it’s you who might have to work a little harder, Blanche she’s a tough one when she’s drunk.”

He had seen it now.

Francesca Jones then led Blanche Capra away.

Once in the car, in the confined space of the compartment, Blanche Capra was a little out of breath and started to make noise again, “I’m hot, open the window!”

She was flushed, not sure if she was given to suffocation or drunk.

Her eyes were swollen from crying, but she was still so beautiful and endearing.

How could Francesca Jones not be impressed.

Because she refused to put on her seatbelt properly, Francesca Jones could only follow her temper and roll down the window, the cold wind poured into the car at once, cold to the bone.

That’s what Blanche Capra wanted, a little cold air, her chaotic head hurting like it was going to crack.

“Don’t blow for too long, don’t catch a cold.”

“No, I’m going to blow, I’ve got nothing left, just grant me my little wish.” Blanche Capra was a child when she was capricious, making Francesca Jones laugh and cry.

“Got it, I’ll be available for whatever you want to do today, just go ahead and say it, no need to be polite with me.”

He was willing to be bothered by her anyway.

With the after-effects of the alcohol still lingering, Blanche Capra sat paralyzed, thinking and saying whatever she wanted. “I want York Charlie, you go get him for me, he’s mine.”

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Francesca Jones’ hands on the steering wheel lurched, the rearview mirror reflecting the despondency of his expression.

“There’s no way I can grant you that wish, I’m sorry.”

Blanche Capra took offense at that, half-lidded her eyes and, with her blurry vision, punched him in the shoulder, “Why not? I thought you said to let me speak freely. I’ll take York Charlie.”

“Blanche, York Charlie, he’s not coming back to you.” Francesca Jones advised her.

Couldn’t she just try to give up on York Charlie?

Blanche Capra’s cheeks, which had just been dried by the wind, were now wet again, and she made no effort to hide her emotions-just pain.

The pain of loving and not being able to love, Francesca Jones could empathize with that.

“No, York Charlie wouldn’t leave me behind, he promised to stay with me for the rest of my life.” Blanche Capra grabbed Francesca Jones by the shirt, “You must be lying to me!”

York Charlie promised that even if he had to go to hell, he would hold her and go to the Yellow Springs with her, he would never leave her alone.

How many times did he propose to her before he finally got her to say yes, but now it has become a dream that she is doing alone.

York Charlie the asshole.

Blanche Capra want to spread fire, Francesca Jones just let her vent, see her like this, he heart also hard.

After all, she was the one he loved and never looked at him. It was heartbreaking to say the least.

He was the one who willingly stayed by her side.

Blanche Capra is making more and more noise, ignoring the fact that she is still in the car and that she is interfering with Francesca Jones’ driving.

Francesca Jones is worried that if this goes on, he will get into an accident before he gets home, so he has to pull over for a while to give himself and Blanche Capra some breathing room.

When she was quieter, he would take her back.

Francesca Jones drew a tissue to wipe Blanche Capra’s tears, coaxing her like a child, “Okay, don’t cry, what belongs to you will be back soon.”

What doesn’t belong to her, can’t be snatched back no matter how.

Blanche Capra sobbed and huffed, “I know, but I just miss him.”

“Time will wash everything away, you need to give yourself a break.” Francesca Jones’ tone was gentle and lazy, with a self-induced hypnotic effect, Blanche Capra was sleepy from hearing it, and finally stopped fussing so much.

She lowered her head, lowered her eyes, the tip of the exquisite small nose is still red, cherry lips slightly open, looks very cute.

Francesca Jones could not help herself for a moment, wanting to kiss her and dominate her lips.