Master Charlie Was Tricked By A Woman

York Charlie’s face was so gloomy that he slammed the steering wheel hard, the long and high horn sounded, made another quick turn, turned sharply without any warning at all, and then braked violently, stopping the car just a centimetre away from the highway guardrail.

It almost crashed.

Blanche Capra, her heart in her throat with fright, glared at him at that moment with her heart in her mouth, “What’s gotten into you?”

York Charlie, however, looked like he had heard some very funny joke, and his words were full of self-deprecation, “I’m mad? Heh … Blanche Capra you are really something, only you can make me crazy like this, right?”

Blanche Capra heard his self-injury and lowered her head to keep quiet.

Unfortunately, the man beside her was relentless in his pursuit, reaching up with one hand and lifting her chin, forcing her to turn her head to face him, “Tell me, who the hell was that strange number just now?”

He sank his breath and asked her in the calmest tone he could muster.

Blanche Capra tried to skim her face and was again shackled by one of his hands, his fingertips were a little rough, as if they had a thin layer of calluses, and she wondered why a pampered man’s hands would be like that.

“It’s nothing to do with you.” Blanche Capra spat the words out lowly.

Anger grew again in York Charlie’s heart, “A string of digital numbers, an unfamiliar caller, but your tone of familiarity makes it clear that you know who he is. There really aren’t many possibilities for someone like that who knows you from each other, yet doesn’t store a name. Let me guess … your secret lover? Hmm?”

He inches closer to her as he speaks, his breath hitting Blanche Capra’s face and his fingers refusing to relax at all as he imprisons her. Blanche Capra understands that he, York Charlie, couldn’t guess who that person really is even if he tried, and her tone becomes calmer, light and steady, “Said it’s none of your business. It doesn’t matter.”

York Charlie sneered and threatened her, “Still don’t say? Want me to dial it back and find out who the hell he is!”

Blanche Capra lunged for the phone, how could York Charlie give it to her?

After a few fruitless snatches, Blanche Capra saw him smile triumphantly and actually went to dial the number.

She raised her voice sharply, and instantly shook his hand off with all her might, screaming, “York Charlie! Don’t you go too far!”

But the phone had already been dialled.

The sound of “beep, beep, beep” waiting to be answered echoed clearly through the car, and it was York Charlie on speakerphone.

Blanche Capra couldn’t get through, so she sat upright in her seat with her arms folded in defeat, staring at the windscreen in front of her. I don’t think he’s going to answer her call, she thought. I have never taken the initiative to call him, he is so smart, should not answer.

Sure enough, the two of them strained their ears and waited for a long time until the female voice that signalled that the call had gone unanswered rang, and Blanche Capra’s heart dropped back to the ground.

“I can’t believe how cunning this one is.” York Charlie grunted.

Blanche Capra, however, was driven out of her mind by his threatening and coercive streak, “Are you satisfied now? Let me out of the car! I want to get out of the car!” She kept going for the car door.

York Charlie didn’t let her get what she wanted, he started the car violently, reversed and swerved, and the car was firmly on the road again.

Blanche Capra saw him change course and go back in the direction he was going and was too busy asking him, “York Charlie! I’m going back to my own house!”

York Charlie ignored her and just drove on his own.

Blanche Capra, of course, understood that he was taking her towards his house, but could his house be visited now?

Not to mention the fact that she was completely torn up with Mrs. Casey and Shireen Miller on the film set, she didn’t want to be insulted at his door, and besides, if she went to his house at such a time, the news media wouldn’t know how to report it, and she would surely become his woman. What’s more, York Charlie is angry with her, not to ask a result he will not be satisfied!

If she goes there, she’ll really be in the tiger’s mouth, and she’ll be at his mercy!

Blanche Capra looked ashen at the thought.

York Charlie saw her resistance and despair, thought she was disgusted with himself, the heart is also fire, in a fit of anger to stop the car, unlocked the door again, coldly said, “Get off!”

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How could York Charlie, who was a proud man, let her trample on his self-respect like that over and over again?

Blanche Capra didn’t expect York Charlie to just let her go, she thought he was going to get out of the car with her. She got out of the car in confusion, thinking that if York Charlie went too far, she would just walk away without looking back. When she got out of the car, she had just closed the door and the black Lincoln, with its “arrogant” appearance, drove off!

Blanche Capra froze in place.

Blanche Capra couldn’t help but laugh at herself. She had just gone a little soft on him and he didn’t hesitate to leave her in the middle of the road. After standing frozen for a few moments, she felt a little wetness under her eyes and reached out to touch them, thinking she was crying.

A tiny drop of rain fell from the grey sky, and Blanche Capra saw that the dry pavement in front of her quickly became wet.

So it was raining.

The rain soon made the whole world hazy, and the red-leafed maple trees planted along the roadside haloed one other colour after another. It was a little cooler, and Blanche Capra had nowhere to go to get out of the rain, so she ducked into a phone booth for landscaping.

Blanche Capra stood inside and watched as drops of crystal water fell from the glass on all sides, then slid down again and rolled into a transparent water trail.

The whole heart was silent and empty and cold.

She lowered her head, her hair sliding down to her chest, motionless as if she was stuck in memories, only the hand at her side was clenched tightly, so tightly that her knuckles turned white.

Once upon a time, she really did hide in a phone booth to avoid the rain.

Only back then, that phone booth was really available for phone calls, not for roadside decoration.

She still remembered that day, as if it was also such a leafy red autumn, it was raining, the air was also so wet and cool, she did not bring an umbrella, so she hid in the phone booth to avoid the rain, and by the way, she could also make a call to home.

But the first number that came to her mind was York Charlie’s, so she called him first.

She was happy to hear his lazy voice on the microphone, and told him that she couldn’t go home because she was out in the rain, but he seemed impatient and his tone was not good, so she felt even more aggrieved.

After hanging up with him, she couldn’t hold back her tears, which fell one by one, just like the rain that kept falling outside. She went to dial the home phone again, but unexpectedly, actually can not call! She had no money in her card!

At that time, she would never have thought that just because she chose to call York Charlie first, she would never see her cosy and perfect home again in her life.

She had lost them completely.

And the cause of it all-

She hated herself, hated herself for being that desperate to just be with York Charlie in the first place! She also hated York Charlie, hated why he was so heartless and cold-blooded and cruel to abandon himself …

She paid so much for him!

Blanche Capra snapped out of her memories, already in tears. She sobbed more and more as she touched her face with shaking shoulders and trembling hands.

Why was she crying again?

Why was she crying again?