Master Charlie Was Tricked By A Woman

Blanche Capra, inexplicably angry, just glared at him, slapped him across the face and walked away.

It was inexplicable!

Blanche Capra wiped her mouth hard, not knowing whether she was punishing herself or the perpetrator, York Charlie.

As she walked out of the Garland Club, she thought about York Charlie’s words.

“Blanche Capra, you did a good job of seducing Lorcan George! What? Not even bothering to use it on me anymore?” That damned, sarcastic remark, delivered in one of his signature York Charlie breezy tones, was a real turn-off!

Seduction? Blanche Capra thought to herself, rather mockingly, who the hell would seduce anyone? He, York Charlie, just sat there, ready to attract butterflies, and no, she herself had almost been bewitched by him again!

Did he still need her, Blanche Capra, to seduce him?

It was simply ridiculous!

Blanche Capra walked to the entrance of the clubhouse, and then remembered that she came in Lorcan George’s car today. And while Lorcan George was still in the box, she was reluctant to turn around and face him right away.

She wanted to be alone.

When she thought of Lorcan George’s words in the box when he introduced her to everyone, she had a headache. Although she had been more or less aware of Lorcan George’s feelings for her, it was impossible between them, she didn’t like him, and she should have made it clear a long time ago.

But because she didn’t want to hurt him too directly, she had created this situation.

Lorcan George has been with her since she was a little girl, but not liking him is not liking him, if it’s not love, it’s not love, what can she do about it.

Just like when she was to York Charlie, is like him is like him, is love is love ah, even if she was hurt to the bone, what can she do?

Blanche Capra forcefully raised her head, looking up at the dark night sky was the city lights took away the light of a star, nose sour, tears finally indisputably filled the eyes.

My heart hurts.

Why did it hurt?

She sniffled, it is for the dim stars in the sky hurt, right? The city lights can’t be brighter even if she tries to shine; it’s for her former self that it hurts, isn’t it? No matter how hard she tries to forget, she can’t get redemption.

At this moment, in the box of Garland Club.

Lorcan George finished another game of cards and moved his sore joints.

The little sweetheart had been gone too long, hadn’t she?

He surveyed his surroundings, then jerked to his feet as if remembering something.

I’ll be damned! York Charlie wasn’t there either!

“You guys play first!” He dropped the sentence and hurried out.

Firstly, he went to the washroom and searched around, and shouted twice at the ladies’ room, but he couldn’t find anyone. Just as he was about to leave, he accidentally saw a man at the end of the aisle smoking with his back to himself.

The flame flickering brightly in his hand.

“York Charlie!” said Lorcan George, “What are you doing here all alone, and where’s Little Sweetheart?”

York Charlie spat out two words in a mute voice, “Gone.”

Lorcan George got a little angry at his careless look, “Gone? You’re the one who pissed little sweetheart off, right? What did you say to her? What did you do?”

The tone was urgent.

York Charlie looked at him fixedly.

He suddenly realized that it seemed the first time he had ever looked at a man so closely.

York Charlie remembered the scene of the man holding 999 roses during the runway show the other day, and then remembered the look on his face in the box just now when he proudly announced that Blanche Capra was his future girlfriend, and finally his mind flashed back to the stony, unmistakable frown he’d had when he’d been playing poker with himself, and he smiled meaningfully.

He asked slowly, “What can a man say or do to a woman?”

Then he saw that Lorcan George almost jumped to his feet, and had a tendency to “rage.”

“York Charlie!” said Lorcan George, tugging at his collar, aggressively, “I’m warning you, don’t go near her again! You’re not in the same league!”

York Charlie looked at him with considerable interest.

Lorcan George let go of him, an evil smile on the corner of his mouth, repeating once again, “You’re not all the same, that’s what, little sweetheart said herself!”

Lorcan George raised his eyebrows at the sight of York Charlie’s visibly sinking face and walked away.

Right, the important thing now was to find little sweetheart first.

He drove slowly, surveying the street as he worked out in his head what to say when he saw little sweetheart.

She never left without saying goodbye, and even if York Charlie had pissed her off, there was no need for her to leave without saying goodbye! So he could only surmise that Little Sweetheart was probably angry because he had said in the box that she was his future girlfriend! He hadn’t asked her permission, and that was wrong!

That’s right! He rubbed his forehead, he was so impulsive!

It was already early in the morning and the sky was fading.

Lorcan George looked down the path Blanche Capra had to take to get home, and finally he was able to track her down.

He pulled a jacket from his car and leaned over to the side of the road in a casual stop.

As soon as he got out of the car, he darted over to Blanche Capra’s side and draped the jacket over her.

Blanche Capra, still thinking about things, reacted by looking at him in surprise.

She thought about how to speak.

Unexpectedly, Lorcan George beat her to it.

He looked at her slightly apologetically, rubbed his nose again, and said with some embarrassment, “little sweetheart… I … I’m sorry, I didn’t ask for your permission before announcing to everyone that you’re my future girlfriend.”

Blanche Capra saw him so nervous about himself, her heart felt guilty, a little afraid to look at him, and even more do not know how to speak.NôvelDrama.Org holds this content.

At this moment Lorcan George but smiled as if relieved, “You and I grew up together, it’s kind of a childhood friend, I’ve always liked you, you should know that as well.”

Lorcan George felt that having made a beginning, everything was better said, and that he had not yet stated the fact so fully and earnestly, not yet spread out to ask her what she thought, after he had expressed it three times euphemistically.

He plucked up courage and went on, “Blanche Capra, will you, be my girlfriend?”

He called her name once in a row, so discreetly, so seriously, so formally. It was like a couple having a matrimonial ceremony in an auditorium.

The priest is asking the bride, “May I ask the bride, do you take … to be your wife?”

Lorcan George’s eyes were full of anticipation, and his eyes were bright and glowing with a dazzling light. He was a very handsome man, enough to make any woman’s heart flutter at this point.

Blanche Capra’s heart moved, too.

But it was shocked, like a violent shock.

She hadn’t thought that he liked her this way.

Not until this moment when for the first time she looked squarely into the infatuated gaze of his eyes upon her.

Yet she couldn’t lie to him.

How could she fail him when he liked her so much, so purely?

“Lorcan,” she said finally, ruthlessly, saying all her thoughts in one breath, summing up everything in one sentence.

She said, “I don’t like you.”

She heard her voice tremble slightly, and she held back from saying sorry.

But she had to repeat, “I really don’t like you,” and the tremor was heavily nasal.

The light in Lorcan George’s eyes faded dramatically, fainter and fainter and fainter and fainter, and finally it was completely absorbed into those deep pupils.

The starry sky was already dark.

The anticipation was gone, the joy was gone. After gazing at her for a moment with nothing like that, he didn’t know what he remembered, and then the fire of anger flared steeply.

Before the flames could spread beyond his body, Lorcan George turned away without a word.

The air around them was cold.