Master Charlie Was Tricked By A Woman

Blanche Capra nodded without hesitation, “Really.”

“Then turn him down.” York Charlie added.

Blanche Capra instantly remembered bad memories when she heard him sound like that. Why was he like this again? Deciding things for her without cause and without regard for her feelings, like that time he wanted her out of the loop.

She took offence at his tone and said coldly, “You don’t have the right to decide anything for me.”

She expected York Charlie to be furious, but he just looked at her, the flirtation and scepticism of the previous question gone, a look that was so calm and emotionless that Blanche Capra didn’t look back, but looked back at him quietly.

The two stared at each other for a long time before York Charlie got up from her. Blanche Capra saw that he was about to turn around and walk away and subconsciously called out to him, “York Charlie!”

York Charlie stopped but didn’t turn around.

Blanche Capra didn’t know what she was going to say. There was so much that she obviously wanted to ask him to find out, but nothing could be said at this point.

“Blanche Capra,” his low, husky voice suddenly rang out, “did you know that I get tired too?”

Blanche Capra froze, her heart tightening and sinking at the same time as his steps moved again, and she reached out a hand to him, but without the next move, it stopped in mid-air in vain.

His back dissolved into the deep night, but it seemed to open a hole in her heart, she wanted to keep him from leaving, but found herself unable to find any reason to convince herself to do so.

The heart, lost, lost to a certain extent violently painful, like a stomach disease.

He said, “Blanche Capra, did you know that I get tired too?

Blanche Capra fell into a deep hole of mixed feelings, awake and in tears for another sleepless night.

The next day, Blanche Capra did not expect to be invited to a meeting with grandma Elsa’s lawyer.

She went with confusion in her heart and sure enough it was the same lawyer she had seen at the hospital.

“What did you want to see me about?” She asked.

The lawyer pulled out a file, “Please take a look at this.”

Blanche Capra took it and looked at it, looking on but growing more and more surprised, “This …”

“This is old lady Elsa’s other will, as you can see Miss Capra, you now have the right to inherit fifteen per cent of all the Charlie Group shares in the old lady’s name, but only if you marry the old lady’s grandson, York Charlie. If you refuse then those shares pass into the ownership of the charity in the name of the Charlie Group.”

Blanche Capra went home again with mixed thoughts.

She really hadn’t realized that grandma Elsa had left such a will, and what would be York Charlie’s reaction to that? Would he wonder more and more why grandma Elsa was so kind to him?

He will, surely, come looking for himself soon, won’t he?

Sure enough, Blanche Capra hadn’t been home long when York Charlie came to the door.

Blanche Capra opened the door for him, but didn’t say a word.

York Charlie didn’t seem to have slept well either, his eyes a pale greenish-black, “You should know by now, about Grandma’s will.”

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What did he want? To get himself married to him, or just to come and ask her what she thought.

“Let’s get married.” He spoke faintly.

The towel in Blanche Capra’s hand dropped to the floor.

“… What did you say?” She kind of couldn’t believe that he was coming to her to get married as soon as her grandmother’s will was out! Is that how he, that’s how he sees his relationship with him?

York Charlie repeated again, “Marry me, it’s for the best.”

Blanche Capra snorts, “You never said that, and today you say such things for shares?”

York Charlie was silent for a moment and then nodded, “Yes, those shares are important to me, and now that my grandmother has passed away and the shareholders of THE Charlie Group are all stupid, I can’t let those shares fall into someone else’s hands, I want to hold on to THE Charlie Group.”

Blanche Capra’s heart went cold as she listened to him speak with vigour but without a trace of emotion. But then it occurred to her that he was a man who never showed his emotions, and while she wouldn’t question his heart for her because of his words, she still couldn’t help but feel sad. And thought that if he refused, then the grandmother with the heart of the operation of the Charlie Group for most of his life will be really wasted, she did not want to let down her grandmother’s good to her, but also do not want to look at the front of this their own deep love of the person and other women to tie the knot.

Did she even have that kind of extravagance already?

No, she just didn’t want to let down grandma Elsa, she just wanted to take more initiative while she could.

Blanche Capra talked herself into it, and had been about to refuse without hesitation, when she changed her mind. She looked at him, distantly, intimately, with eyes that were that far away and close.

She heard her voice fade, “I can marry you, but … Shireen Miller you must settle the matter once and for all.”

It was York Charlie who was the one whose emotions rose and fell now, and he stared at her lips as if he could not believe that they were her words, so incredulous was he at her promise, and-and she said she would settle the Shireen Miller matter herself.

York Charlie’s days of gloom finally clouded over as he took a step closer to her and asked her in a low, soft voice, “Why do you still care about Shireen Miller?”

Blanche Capra looked away a little unnaturally, “I just can’t stand that woman.”

York Charlie’s eyes were like a reflection of the stars in the sky, Blanche Capra deliberately didn’t look at the intoxicating view, while he hugged himself tightly, she was dragged into a moody embrace.

The spring grass was growing, the autumn moon was rising, and just being held by him, it was as if she could see the seasons turning, the day and night changing, and the enchanting scenery everywhere.

Blanche Capra didn’t know how long she was intoxicated, and by the time she saw the familiar furnishings of her home again, she realized that she had been taken to bed in York Charlie’s arms.

“Blanche …” he kissed the tip of her nose, causing a slight shiver to run through her body, “Do you have any idea how much I like you?”

Blanche Capra was a little flattered and a little sour to hear his sudden confession, her eyes were dry but she gazed at him deeply. York Charlie lowered his head to kiss her eyes again, a kiss so gentle but straight to the heart that it made her heart flutter.

“Don’t look at me like that,” she heard his voice take on the slightest huskiness again, “I won’t be able to help it.”

Blanche Capra’s heart fluttered fast, and again she heard him sigh slightly, and then speak in a low, husky voice, “Because, I don’t know how much I really like you …”

Blanche Capra suddenly tasted the sweetness that came over her in overwhelming waves, hitting the acid that had been festering in the back of her heart for so long, as his lips kissed herself delicately and softly, and the heat of it all seemed to melt her.

She even thought, just like this … just melt. Let her melt under his deep and strong love, melt under his deed and unrelenting pursuit, melt under his incomparable splendour.

She, so willingly, will be himself and him, entangled, heart to heart, completely melted together, can not wait for the two people into a complete person.