Master Charlie Was Tricked By A Woman

Blanche Capra had finished another day of work.

She thought about the empty fridge in her house and decided to buy some ingredients to fill it and learn how to make some simple dishes as well. She couldn’t help but crave for more as she remembered the day York Charlie made delicious dishes with ease.

Blanche Capra didn’t know that a casual thought could summon York Charlie.

He stood under a streetlight, not wearing a suit, but a slim, solid black T shirt on top, ankle-length baggy sweatpants on the bottom, and a pair of fluorescent running shoes. This outfit highlighted his broad shoulders and narrow waist, making his figure even more slender and straight. His hair was slightly messy, and his eyes were hidden in the shadows cast by his forehead hair.

It was even more mysterious and unfathomable.

Why does this person feel like a model in street photography when he stands anywhere?

Blanche Capra looked at him coldly for a few moments, and then directly walked around him towards the house.

York Charlie didn’t know what to say, just silently followed behind. Trying to go up to help her carry her things, she also shrugged off her hand in a rude manner.

For the first time, Blanche Capra thought how York Charlie could be such a scoundrel.

She wouldn’t let him follow, he had to. When she got to the door, she was going to open the door and let him in, and he just squeezed, half of his body caught in the door.

She can’t even close the door!

She exploded in anger, “Say what you have to say and fart what you have to say!”

York Charlie changed from his usual deep coldness and blinked his eyes flickeringly, his long slender lashes sweeping the hair that fell from his forehead. In an innocent tone, he said, “I’m hungry.”This text is © NôvelDrama/.Org.

Blanche Capra was like a deflated ball. Somehow she had gone soft on him, perhaps because she had never seen him like this before?

He was actually pouting at her!

Blanche Capra turned around and went into the house, and to herself, she began to organise and place some of the frozen food, vegetables and fruits that she had just bought, as well as a fish.

She didn’t actually know how to cook fish. But she suddenly wanted to eat it.

When she thought of this, she cursed herself for being so stupid, why didn’t she just buy cooked fish, why did she buy raw fish?

“I’m taking a shower.” Someone dropped a sentence and went straight into the bathroom.

“Hey hey hey …” Blanche Capra couldn’t stop him in time.

A shower? What the hell? Where did he have clothes to change into? Besides, because he got up late this morning, his hands were so busy that he knocked things over, and several sets of newly bought washed and dried underwear were still scattered on the floor.

Blanche Capra was embarrassed.

No matter, she was a big man and didn’t care about a few pairs of underwear.

The problem was that she’d bought cut-outs that were super soft, just to be comfortable around the house.

Blanche Capra almost hid her face and ran away.

But she was rumbling with hunger. She boiled hot water, laid down a packet of dumplings, and then as if she were dying, put that fish on the counter. Fortunately, fortunately, the fish had been chopped. Not lumped whole!

Grabbed my phone, searched for a recipe, and got to work on the broiled fish.

York Charlie smelled a burning smell as soon as he came out.

Wrapped in a bath towel, he walks up behind Blanche Capra, who is busy, and Blanche Capra is startled by him.

York Charlie holds her up and she leans into York Charlie’s arms with her back like that, then she jumps away in a rush of shock.

Blanche Capra looked at him with a red face and a starry, undisguised smile in his eyes, she didn’t know what he was smiling about, but she felt embarrassed.

York Charlie went up to help her clean up the fish in the pan and laughed when he tasted it, “I was wondering if it could be remedied by me, but it looks like it’s hopeless now.”

Blanche Capra looked at him with puffed cheeks.

York Charlie serves up the fish and clears the counter again with a sharp, general cleanup, “Save that pan for you to brush later.” The smile on his face was thick and his tone was teasing.

Blanche Capra looked the other way, “You didn’t get any water on your clothes, did you?”

York Charlie looked at her with interest, “Nope. Only, those undergarments of yours are wet.”

Blanche Capra’s face burned red as she reluctantly explained, “In the morning, accidentally knocked them over.”

“Oh,” he trailed off at length, “I put them away in the basket for you.”

Blanche Capra said, “Aren’t you hungry? Come on, eat!”

“Yes, let’s eat and talk.”

Blanche Capra thought he was talking about the underwear, and with a pang of shame, “Talk about what, why are you so immodest?”

York Charlie looked at her half puzzled, half intrigued, “What did you think I was going to talk about? About your underwear?”

Blanche Capra stomps her foot and says hatefully, “Go to dinner!”

York Charlie stops snarking at her and goes to dinner with good grace. Two plates of dumplings came out on the table, and it was the charred, blackened, braised fish right in the centre.

York Charlie had a good appetite and ate well.

Blanche Capra, however, had little appetite left.

Was this man doing it on purpose? Just now he said that his fish was hopeless, and sarcastically said that he had to take his time to brush the pot, and now he put this fish on the table! Just to piss her off!

Blanche Capra saw him quickly devour the plate of dumplings with a good appetite, so she got up and said, “Not full? Let me get the next packet, there’s more in the fridge.”

York Charlie stops her, “No need, no, there’s still fish?” With a poke of his chopsticks, he slowly ate the fish again.

Blanche Capra froze. I hadn’t realized he was planning to eat the fish.

After all, it was made by herself and she hadn’t tasted it yet, Blanche Capra also used her chopsticks to clip a bit of the fish and then brought it into her mouth.

It was bitter and salty! It was hard to eat! She didn’t put any salt in it! Could it be that this is a sea fish or a salted fish?

Blanche Capra was busy grabbing her cup and taking two sips of water.

York Charlie looked at her funny, “Is it hopeless?”

Blanche Capra is embarrassed, “I’m sorry, I didn’t know it turned out to be so bad, don’t eat it!”

York Charlie smiles, “It’s okay, it’s quite a small one, you can eat it. After all, it’s the first fish you’ve ever made.”

Blanche Capra didn’t know how York Charlie managed to eat all of that fish, only that he drank a lot of water. Then when he had eaten about as much as he could, he was finally changing his clothes and shedding off.

She wasn’t going to see him off, she couldn’t wait for him to hurry!

Then at this moment, she resigned herself to scrubbing pots and washing dishes here.

Next time, she should get a new non-stick pan! She thought secretly.

It was hard to finish her work, she was ready to lie down after washing up, when the phone rang.

“It’s me.” The person said over the phone, “You’ve had a lot on your plate lately!”

She hmmmed, “I’ll take care of it.”

“You can get ready to make your move in the meantime.”

“Yes, got it.”

The next day Blanche Capra went to work as usual.

This time the shoot was for a set of jewellery advertisements, and without Samira and the others deliberately causing trouble, it passed quickly, and as Blanche Capra sat down to rest, she heard someone talking about the banquet Fashion Group was going to hold in two days’ time.

There will be business celebrities and some people from the film industry will be there.

Blanche Capra’s heart stirred, such a grand party, I wonder if York Charlie will go.

Sure enough, she heard, “There seems to be a big bidding this time, the Charlie Group and the George Group are competing! I wonder who will win?”

“Of course it’s the Charlie Group, the Charlie Group has been flourishing under the leadership of York Charlie these years, where is the George family that old man to compare?”

“Hey, you don’t have to say, sometimes it’s just like the old saying, “Ginger is still old and hot!”

Blanche Capra heard all the chatter as the people crowded together.

At this time, the director came over, caring, “Blanche, recently work is very tired, right?”

Blanche Capra smiled, “It’s okay.”

“You won an award at the WAIA catwalk last time, you’ll only get busier and busier from now on.”

“Busy is good, it means red.” Blanche Capra still laughs.

The director laughs too, “Right on, right on!”

“Oh yeah, director, you’re going to that Fashion Group party, right?”

“Of course!”

“Then director can you bring me along?” Blanche Capra finally stated her intentions.

The director froze for a moment, “Sure!”

“Thanks a lot director!” Blanche Capra cracked a smile.