Master Charlie Was Tricked By A Woman

York Charlie thought like that all night.

And Blanche Capra came home with the door closed, and, as if she were a lost doll, began to change her clothes, wash, etc., and do everything mechanically, and then lay down on her side on the bed again, and looked at the intricate patterns on the curtains with her eyes open, and just kept on looking, and kept on looking.

grandma Elsa said that hurting her made him almost a monster. Now quiet to think about it, by his hurt she also almost become a monster ah … she never knew, she is so able to hold back their own emotions, is so flawless camouflage themselves, perfect, so that even she herself, for a long time, thought that she is so calm and calm, strong and courageous, thought that she hated him so much Hated him so much, thought she didn’t love him at all …

Those disguises and self-deceptions almost cut themselves, turning a person into two people, a Brandi who didn’t know Blanche Capra, and a Blanche Capra who used to be Brandi. these are not the most painful, the most painful is to force oneself to destroy one’s own true heart, to force oneself to carve hatred into one’s soul, and to pour out all one’s strength to hate a person, to hate a who had obviously been loved into her soul for a long time.

She knew she was almost convinced by grandma Elsa, but she was still hesitant, afraid, because hurting was hurting, and how could she be so brave for someone who had been hurt?

So brave, so brave to love someone against all odds.

It’s not that she doesn’t understand, she doesn’t dare to ah …

The night really wasn’t that long, but for someone who stayed up all night, it was too long. Blanche Capra tidied herself up and got ready to go out, she didn’t want to be on her own anymore, she would just keep thinking about it and thinking about it.

It was still easy to open a door.

But the very next moment the door opened, a man sprang to his feet, a smile breaking out instantly on his tired face at the sight of her, and Blanche Capra stood still, dumbfounded.

He, just like that, had been outside the door all night?

York Charlie came over and wrapped her in a hug.

“Good morning.” He said in a slightly hoarse voice.

Blanche Capra suddenly felt her blood run cold, “You … you’ve been here all this time?”

He hugged her a moment longer before releasing her, then took both of her hands in both of his, “I was afraid I wouldn’t see you the next day, and I wanted to see you right away at first light.”

His voice was low, his voice still in a tired state, and he pursed his lips and smiled at her very softly, the pupils of his eyes twinkling slightly.

Blanche Capra suddenly realized that he was disturbed. As he had said earlier, he was afraid that he would not see her, and he wanted to see her at once, so he had waited at her door for the whole long, cold night.

His hand holding hers was a little cold, and he was in a tired state.

“Fool …” she couldn’t help but murmur in a very, very low voice.

York Charlie didn’t hear her, he froze and asked her, “What did you say?”

Blanche Capra shook her head, “Didn’t say anything.”

York Charlie heard her answer that way and suddenly pulled her closer with his hands in hers like that and the two of them were pressed together face to face. “I really didn’t hear you just now, and now that you’re so close, why don’t you say it again?”

That way it wouldn’t be inaudible.

Touched beyond words by this sudden wave of tenderness, Blanche Capra took a deep breath of his cool scent, leaned her face against his shoulder and closed her eyes tightly, exhaling slowly again, “No more.”

York Charlie’s voice rang out quickly, “Why not say anymore?”

Blanche Capra laughed softly up at his shoulder and slowly stretched her fingers, palming and interlocking them with his again. York Charlie sensed her change of mood and active closeness and clasped his hands tighter.

Foolish, like that, what more did she need to say?

After Blanche Capra and York Charlie parted ways, she was about to go to the office when she got a call from Shireen Miller. Petra hadn’t even saved her number, so she didn’t know it was her at first.

“It’s Shireen Miller,” Shireen Miller said as soon as she opened her mouth.

“Yes?” She didn’t beat around the bush.

“I want to see you now.”

Blanche Capra crosses the street in earnest before asking her, “You want to see me, what’s that about?”

“Blanche Capra, you were half silent just now, were you afraid of what I was going to do to you? Hesitating?” Somewhat smug tone.

Blanche Capra’s countenance did not change, “So you’re saying you must have me come to see you?”

“Afraid to come?” Shireen Miller said contemptuously, then changed her tone, “If you come to see me, we’ll talk it over, if you don’t, then I’ll take my time …”

Blanche Capra heard her, “You mean take your time doing things like that last supermarket thing?”

Shireen Miller gasped, “You …”

“Forget it, I don’t want to bullshit you, say the location!” She didn’t have much to do right now anyway.

“Lancer on Nanken Road, come straight over, I’ll meet you here.”

When Blanche Capra arrived, she realized it was a hotel and Shireen Miller was sitting in the tea room in the lobby on the ground floor.

It was a little strange why she had asked her out here, but it was even stranger what exactly she wanted to talk to her about.

Was there another thing between them that they could talk about just by meeting?

“The tea here is very good, please.” Shireen Miller said.

Blanche Capra sniffed it, the aroma was nice, so she picked up the tea and took a sip, “Say, what do you want to talk to me about?”

Shireen Miller smiled mysteriously, “I’m going to tell you a story.”

“What story? Something to do with me?” Blanche Capra frowned.

Shireen Miller is still smiling, “Closely related, of course.”

Blanche Capra just stopped talking.

It didn’t tickle her fancy, and Shireen Miller wasn’t discouraged; how could she not care when she was finished? She was still looking forward to what her face would look like when she was done listening. So she kept her smile and said, “I’m going to talk about a piece of York Charlie’s relationship history.”

Blanche Capra had guessed what she was going to say by this point, “Who hasn’t had a relationship history, I have a way of knowing if I want to without you telling me.”

“He is not going to tell you, that is a first love … engraved in his heart, he can never forget, until now still remember clearly.” Shireen Miller scowled at the change in her expression.Please check at N/ôvel(D)rama.Org.

Blanche Capra, however, just took another sip of her tea.

Shireen Miller smiled even wider, “You know, York Charlie and Brandi fell in love, but then he hurt her and left her, and Brandi ended up dead … ” she said emotionally She said with emotion, “This is a tragic love story ah … Then Brandi became a vermilion sand mole on York Charlie’s heart, is how he can not forget, no one can erase her existence. And now, how could York Charlie love you, Blanche Capra?” her tone grew smug and mocking, “He loves nothing more than the one you resemble: Brandi! ”

Shireen Miller couldn’t look away from her cool and collected expression and tried to break it, her speech growing colder and colder, “Who do you think you are? You get to stay by his side and be pampered by him in every way simply because you look like Brandi. Blanche Capra, like that, and you’re going to act as if nothing is wrong?!”