Master Charlie Was Tricked By A Woman

Shireen Miller ran away crying.

This was probably something that neither York Charlie nor Blanche Capra had expected. However, the people around them thought it was sort of reasonable, not only because they didn’t know Shireen Miller as a person, but also because they probably all thought it was warning and humiliating enough for a woman.

The onlookers dispersed.

Blanche Capra took a step forward to York Charlie’s side, her hand still in his palm, with its faint warmth and secure strength.

“You knew it was her?” She asked.

York Charlie inclined his head to look at her, the corner of his mouth picked up a hint of coldness, “Guessed, but … I really did not think, she is not too thick-skinned to be hopeless, originally, but also want to give her a lesson.”

His grip on her hand tightened some more, the cold crags at the corners of his lips as if dispersed by the sun, “Let’s go, the food is also bought, let’s go home.”

Blanche Capra froze, home?

York Charlie looked at her but slowly smiled, “Back to your house.”

The two of them paid and walked back slowly, the same as when they arrived, not much was said, but neither one felt awkward. Only the atmosphere seemed a little silent as both were caught up in their own thoughts because of what had happened at the supermarket.

Blanche Capra didn’t know how York Charlie knew that Shireen Miller had deliberately pushed over the pile of cans, or what York Charlie was trying to do when he said he was going to teach her a lesson, so she left what she couldn’t think about for the time being. And then she thought back to all the things she had done in the supermarket without a care in the world that had made York Charlie suspicious, and wondered if she had dispelled his suspicions later, which could be a real headache.

Moreover, she found herself getting more and more prone to emotional outbursts, more and more prone to forgetting what she was trying to do now and turning into the old Brandi. No, that would be horrible. Blanche Capra told herself in her mind that she must not turn into the Brandi of the past, that she was now Blanche Capra who was burdened with the painful memories of Brandi.

She was here to exact her revenge on York Charlie!

The two of them carried their belongings quickly up the stairs. And because of the change in Blanche Capra’s thoughts, the flow of breath between the two had changed. As soon as Blanche Capra got home, she went into the kitchen as if she was afraid York Charlie would say something to her.

York Charlie’s mind hadn’t stopped working the whole way, firstly thinking about how much Shireen Miller had done to hurt Blanche Capra, and then thinking about the piece of information that had suddenly appeared in his office, and thinking that it was the only person who could possibly have done such a thing, Shireen Miller. Then he remembered all the ways that Blanche Capra had behaved at the supermarket, including her sudden transformation later on, which made him suspicious and bitter.

York Charlie watched Blanche Capra working away in the kitchen with her back to her, wearing a loose beige jumper, her long, fluffy, curly hair tied in a high ponytail at the back of her head, leaning forward as she moved to reveal her pale, slender, trim neck again. He suddenly saw the two figures in his mind overlap, becoming clearer and more vivid.

It was like the real thing.

York Charlie came back to his senses with his chest pressed against Blanche Capra’s back, his hands around her waist from behind, and felt her body inexplicably stiffen.

“What are you … you doing?” Blanche Capra’s voice rang out softly.

He didn’t say anything, but buried his head in her hair, breathing in and out deeply.

Blanche Capra, however, broke his hand and pushed him away a bit, turning around again and saying with a sigh, “Why don’t you help me with the dishes if you’re okay?”

And without waiting for his answer, she turned back to her business.

York Charlie felt frustrated, the distance of one step made him uncomfortable, but when he saw her back with her head bowed again, the image in his heart became clearer and clearer, and his mood suddenly became so urgent.

He surged forward and hugged her again, and the moment his body was pressed against hers, York Charlie felt his heart gradually fill up and become less empty. He pushed down the sourness in his heart and spoke lowly, “Brandi, you’re Brandi aren’t you?”

Blanche Capra’s hand movements suddenly stopped, face flickered panic he could not see, eyes secretly hiding acid he also could not see. Blanche Capra hard to be so bad, the heart is so fond of his proximity, but the hand to force to break him. If they didn’t know about all the entanglements between them, such that they were clearly a pair of lovers who loved each other but couldn’t be together, it didn’t matter at all what oaths were made or what they had once had, because no matter what, they couldn’t be together.

Now, and in the future.

But Blanche Capra won’t let him see his true emotions anymore. Not only can they not be together, but Blanche Capra has to pretend she’s not the one he’s deeply in love with.

Blanche Capra finally breaks away from York Charlie and she comes face to face with him and tells him with a serious face, “No, I’m not Brandi. please remember, I’m just Blanche Capra, you’ve got the wrong person. york Charlie, if you’ve got another woman in your heart, just please don’t make a move on me!”

Blanche Capra finished her speech, leaving him dumbfounded, and continued cooking dinner. This is not a long and short process, Blanche Capra’s heart is mixed flavours, so uncomfortable.Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

When it was time for dinner, York Charlie said he wanted a drink and went downstairs to buy one. As the sky grew dark, Blanche Capra sat alone at the dining room table, looking at the several fried dishes on the table and wondering what she was thinking. But a moment later, York Charlie pushed his way in and saw her in the dark without having turned on the lights, and there was a deep despondency in his eyes.

The moonlight poured in through the window and shone right where the table was, on the few dark-coloured stir-fries. Neither of them said anything about turning on the lights, so they sat facing each other, each hidden in the darkness except for the wide expanse of moonlight on the tabletop.

When he said he wanted a drink, he did drink, and he kept on drinking, and Blanche Capra saw his deep black eyes glowing in the darkness in tiny glimmers, so tiny and broken that if it hadn’t been for the darkness of the night, and if it hadn’t been for the drink, Blanche Capra supposed she wouldn’t have seen it at all, would she?

She just watched him drink, every now and then clip some food, Blanche Capra suddenly also feel a little thirsty, so also reached out to pour wine. A hand reached out to stop her, he did not say anything, but his eyes looked at her fixedly. Blanche Capra suddenly felt the corners of the eyes sour, heart frustrated, why, why he looked at her like this?

It seemed like nostalgia, attachment, indistinguishable pain, deep stubbornness …

For a long time, she moved her hand and let go of the bottle, and York Charlie’s hand on the back of her hand, also gently let go. The two overlapping hands were withdrawn from the moonlight, and returned to their own dark corners.

There seemed to be a strong sense of reluctance, but not at all. It was as if they had met briefly and parted as if nothing had happened. But such a picture was drawn so heavily on Blanche Capra’s heart.

So heavy that it made her heart ache.