Master Charlie Was Tricked By A Woman

Shireen Miller’s presence was indeed less than pleasant to York Charlie. She was capricious, arrogant, selfish, and tried to claim her for herself, even though he didn’t like her. Of course, some things are done that are hard to get out of, and it was he, York Charlie, who was wrong, and he had to take some responsibility for it.

That incident back then becomes the knot in all of this.

It’s hard to untie.

York Charlie arrived at the hospital, Shireen Miller lying in the hospital bed, has woken up. Shireen Miller see him appear on the face for a moment changed several colours, from expressionless to unexpected and happy, and then to this time the watering eyes, pathetic.

York Charlie just looked at her blankly.

Shireen Miller called out in a soft voice, “York, my leg hurts.”

At this moment, her eyes were red with tears, her make-up was smudged, her hair was messy, and she had a bruise on her forehead. It was pitiful.

But York Charlie couldn’t think like that.

He thought of the day Blanche Capra sprained her foot and was splashed with water in the bathroom, her eyes brimming with tears.

He froze for a split second before frowning and asking the woman in front of him, “What did the doctor say?”

“Broken leg,” Shireen Miller said pitifully, “The doctor set my bones before you came and it hurts like hell!”

York Charlie nodded.

Shireen Miller, seeing his indifference, was busy grabbing his wrist, “I’m going to your house, York! It’s so boring here! And there’s no one to look after me!”

“I can get you a carer,” he added when he saw that she wouldn’t relent, “Or, I’ll take you back to your own house.”

How could Shireen Miller refuse?

She had a bright idea and immediately said, “Auntie just called me and asked me, and she said I should come to your house to get better.” Auntie wouldn’t blame her for saying that anyway, she was on her side!

York Charlie pressed his brow, a little helplessly, “Then go back with a cast on!”

Shireen Miller accepted with glee.

It had been too long a night to travel from the clubhouse to the house to the hospital, and York Charlie felt exhausted on rare occasions. But no matter how long it was, it was still dawn.

Shireen Miller was back in York Charlie’s car in her cast at the Charlie family mansion she had been dreaming of.

The air was soothing and fresh, smelling faintly of flowers.

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Shireen Miller accumulated a bellyful of anger.

Riding in her wheelchair, she returned to the living room, which was still the same as last night, and she was even more depressed when she thought that she had seen Blanche Capra, that bitch, here again last night.

It was as if the smell of the vile belonging to that woman still lingered in the air.

She secretly clenched her fists, one day, she Shireen Miller will become the mistress of this place, like Blanche Capra’s troublemakers, cats and dogs, she won’t allow anyone to take a step here.

The more she thought about it, the more indignant she became.

She instructed the maid pushing behind her, “I dropped a hairpin there last night, go and find it for me.”

Now that she thought about it, she couldn’t help but feel distressed, that hairpin was designed by an internationally renowned designer, and the material alone was precious. Last night, she specially wore it to show York.

It’s all because of Blanche Capra, that leprechaun!

Who knew that the servant held the broken hairpin in front of her with trembling hands.

Shireen Miller flared up with rage and threw a slap across her face! But because she was physically challenged and in a wheelchair, the maid subconsciously dodged, and she was thrown into the air!

Shireen Miller’s scolding voice is heard in the spacious living room.

York Charlie had just come down from upstairs, he had taken a shower, changed his clothes and was looking fresh and Shireen Miller thought she had just touched him when she saw the look on his face.

To her surprise, though, York Charlie didn’t linger, but headed straight outside.

“Where are you going?” Shireen Miller asked hastily.

York Charlie didn’t answer.

York Charlie drove downstairs to Blanche Capra.

He hadn’t been much surprised to find Blanche Capra gone as soon as he got home this morning, at most he’d come back to her house to find her. He sat in his car and looked in the direction of her house before taking out his mobile phone and dialling her number.

“I want to see you, you come down or I’ll go up.” York Charlie said as he opened the door.

Blanche Capra on the other side was silent for a moment, “I don’t want to see you.”

Her refusal was so dry and blunt, she didn’t even bother making up an excuse anymore.

York Charlie smiled softly, exhaling like the wind, as if brushing against Blanche Capra’s heart through signals and currents. But after a night of thoughts, Blanche Capra had been able to barely compose herself.

Blanche Capra had been able to control herself again in the face of his intentional and seemingly unintentional provocations.

It was as if she could cope with anything when she remembered the bad old days.

Blanche Capra didn’t hesitate any longer, “I won’t see you!” And then hung up the phone decisively.

York Charlie stared with a frown, the contours of his face deepening. It was another sunny day, and the sunlight softened the lines around him. His heart was also very soft.

Just looking in that direction, even the most distant distance seemed to be shortening inch by inch.

He felt that one day he would keep her by his side.

It will be a distance that can be touched by a hand, a distance that can be smelled by a breath.

One day.

He was confident of that.

The next day, Charlie manor.

Shireen Miller had had enough.

York Charlie had gone out yesterday and returned when the sun had set, bringing with him a sullen twilight.

She guessed he’d gone to see Blanche Capra again, and even if he hadn’t, it was enough to upset her that he ignored himself like that. She ate her breakfast slowly, but never saw York Charlie come downstairs.

“Oops,” Shireen Miller’s hands shook, “what are you doing? Don’t you have eyes?”

A maid who was serving her soup accidentally spilled the soup and dripped it on the back of her hand, her white skin immediately reddened.

Shireen Miller glared at her, her mouth chastising her incessantly.

She knew that her temper had grown more and more frayed over the past few days, but she just wanted so badly to vent, to take out all the unpleasantness that Blanche Capra had given her, and even York Charlie had given her.

She could drown her sorrows in alcohol, but what good would that do, when she actually broke her leg!

How could she be so unlucky?

This maid in front of her handily wiped her down, but she was annoyed even more.

“If you can’t do it, don’t do it,” Shireen Miller reprimanded, “I’ll tell Harry lim to sack you tomorrow, never seen such a klutz! Really!”

York Charlie stood at the top of the stairs and wrinkled his nose deeply “What’s all this nonsense?”

Shireen Miller said, in a rare moment of irritation, “I’m teaching the servant a lesson! She doesn’t know what she’s doing!”

York Charlie walked down, the maid hurried over and kept apologising.

“Young master! It’s my fault! Please forgive me and don’t dismiss me!” When she spoke, she was already crying with fear and trepidation.

York Charlie waved his hand, “You go down first.”

Shireen Miller wondered what he was up to and lifted her face into a curt smile, “York, sit down and have breakfast?”

Shireen Miller saw him come closer despite his expressionless face, she couldn’t help but smile even sweeter, but the next moment all the smiles froze on her face.