Master Charlie Was Tricked By A Woman

Taking York Charlie back to his room, Blanche Capra told him to sit on the couch for a moment, “I’ll look for it.”

What she was looking for was the marriage license, York Charlie had been the one to keep it before and she had no idea where he had hidden it until now.

Blanche Capra went through a lot of drawers, cabinets, and couldn’t find it.

She really wanted to grab York Charlie and ask him where he hid the marriage license, but she could only think about it.

I really don’t know how to describe the sense of dissonance, obviously the owner is here, and she still has to be busy.

York Charlie looked at her searching here for a while, and then over there, not stopping for a moment, a different person from the one who was lying weakly on the floor just a moment ago.

She was a marvelous woman.

While she was searching, York Charlie was also observing the décor and furnishings of the room, which he had always found strange – why Blanche Capra would know his favorite style of room.

Now his bedroom in the Field family had the same design, the same black-and-white color scheme, and even the furnishings were almost identical.

Was Blanche Capra spying on him?

No, he couldn’t see how it could be his own idea, after all, it was just imitation that couldn’t be exactly the same.

He frowned, the headache that had managed to get better returning with a vengeance.

What was it he said, Blanche Capra was a poison.

He lowered his head and rubbed his brow, and the moment he closed his eyes, many images flashed through his mind, all of which took place in this room. Though, the images remained in fragments.

From the blurred images, he could see Blanche Capra was also in this room, arguing, fighting, flirting, lingering, they experienced it all.

Did that, then, mean that Blanche Capra was really who he was.

York Charlie stood up suddenly, startling Blanche Capra, she thought he was getting tired of waiting, she apologized, “I’m sorry, just give me a second, I’ll find it soon.”

She searched and searched but didn’t see the marriage license, instead she found a safe under the cabinet.

She wondered if it was possible that York Charlie had hidden the marriage license in the safe.

But how to think about it all feel funny, it is just a marriage license, it is not gold jewelry, is there a need to be so precious …

Thinking about it, her heart began to beat chaotically, and her cheeks also followed the heat, as if she had discovered some unimaginable secret, nervous and excited.

Blanche Capra bit her lip, thinking about the combination to the safe, she tried York Charlie’s birthday, no success, and then tried the time the Charlie Group was founded, also no success.

It couldn’t be her birthday, could it?

The thought flashed through her mind and before Blanche Capra could act on it, York Charlie called out to her just then, “You don’t have to look for it, I have a question for you.”

The serious tone startled Blanche Capra and she thought to herself that something had upset him again.

York Charlie’s knitted brows tugged at Blanche Capra’s nerves.

Unfortunately, he hadn’t smiled in front of her since his memory loss either.

Warily standing up and walking over to him, Blanche Capra asked him, “What is it?”

“I’m going to ask you one more time, do we really know each other? What kind of relationship is it? Since when?” York Charlie’s barrage of questions made him a little confused himself.

He wasn’t sure if he really wanted these answers, in case knowing would only cause him more pain, and he didn’t have the means to erase his memories again.

It was too late to backtrack, though.

Blanche Capra answered him with wistful anticipation, “We know each other, we are now husband and wife, married in free love, but you haven’t made it public to the outside world that we are already licensed, we knew each other about ten years ago, we were both still in high school, it was the first time for both you and I, but because of some misunderstandings we were separated for a few years, and we only got back together this year. ”

How York Charlie had lived all those years, she had seen stories about him on TV, in the newspaper, she had made newspaper clippings to collect all his news.

And he should know nothing about those years of her life.

Blanche Capra was also very emotional when she talked about the past.

Every message she spoke was a shock to York Charlie because it didn’t match his reality at all.

Yet, when she spoke, it felt familiar to him.

York Charlie’s frown deepened and Blanche Capra was afraid that he would do the same thing he did last time, she hurriedly changed her words, “You don’t have to rush to remember it all, you can take your time, I can still wait.”

A little bit was good, as long as it came to mind, it meant there was hope.

Even if, still have to be hurt countless times more by him and Delia Field, she would still recognize it.

Watching the look on her face change and change, York Charlie couldn’t help but be amused, the corners of his mouth tickling slightly, “I haven’t even said anything yet.”

“Well, did you think of anything?”

“No.” He was honest, even if he did think of something, it was just bits and pieces.

“Then if you look around the room more, you’ll always remember something, won’t you?” Blanche Capra took his hand and led him to the bed, “Look at the bed, feel it, it’s all you’ve laid in before.”

“I even complained about even the color of the sheets being black, and you ignored me and haven’t changed the pattern until now.” Blanche Capra chattered on, hoping to jog his memory a little.

York Charlie didn’t touch, but looking at the pair of human pillows, his mind suddenly flashed with images, all of him entwined with Blanche Capra, he remembered Blanche Capra flushed, he remembered her eyes closed tightly, and he remembered the tears in the corners of her eyes, and the sound of the two of them intertwined and gasping echoed in his ears.

Because it was so real, York Charlie couldn’t even lie to himself that it was fantasy.Upstodatee from Novel(D)ra/m/a.O(r)g

But it was only a flash.

His loss of concentration set Blanche Capra’s nerves on edge, and she cocked her head to see his expression, but was surprised to find that his ears were red, and even his neck was beginning to flush.

“What’s wrong with you? Is it hot?” She hadn’t even turned on the heat, and it was winter, the room was like an ice cave, so he just couldn’t get any hotter with his coat on.

“A little.” York Charlie did feel his cheeks heating up, and he couldn’t help clenching his fists as if he were suppressing his desire.

But he wasn’t even aware of it yet.

“I’ll go open the window then, wait for me.” Blanche Capra said, and turned hastily to open the window.

York Charlie took her hand and yanked her back hard.

“What-” Blanche Capra hadn’t finished her sentence before York Charlie’s kiss sealed her lips.

His lips rolled hot, and like it was contagious he transferred the temperature to her as well, from his lips, to his face, to his body.

Unlike the last time when he kissed her out of anger, York Charlie’s kiss this time was gentle, yet it clutched her heart and made her feel the thirst inside him.

York Charlie’s hand moved all the way down and his kiss moved from his lips to her neck, her beating pulse reassuring him.

What he was doing to himself, he wasn’t sure.

Following instincts, not the instincts of raw desire, but what he truly craved.

York Charlie was about to indulge in this indulgent pleasure when he thought of Delia Field.

Delia Field’s voice echoed in his ears, calling out to him, “York, are you awake? Open your eyes if you’re awake.”

Those were the first words he had heard since he lost his memory.

York Charlie pushed Blanche Capra away violently.