Master Charlie Was Tricked By A Woman

On the drive to Blanche Capra’s cottage, York Charlie had wondered if he was really in over his head to send her back-they’d had a fight in that house not long ago.

The reason he hadn’t sent her to the hotel was because he was afraid the paparazzi would catch him and talk about it again.

Of course, that’s the reason York Charlie gives himself.

In reality, he wanted to go back to that place and see it again, hearing that it seemed to be all he had and a place filled with memories of him and Blanche Capra.

York Charlie feels so divided in himself like this; he was the one who hurt her and made her work until she fainted, and he was the one who tried to remember the past and send her back.

What he was thinking about himself, he was losing track of himself.

Pulling up to the garage door, York Charlie hadn’t even rung the doorbell before the garage door opened, and it looked like the servants had seen him return.

But after the last incident, the servants of the Charlie family were all wary of the current York Charlie, with a hint of resentment.

They thought he had come to trouble Blanche Capra again, and were glad that Blanche Capra hadn’t returned yet, when they saw York Charlie walking across the front yard with a sleeping Blanche Capra in his arms.

“Ma’am!”

York Charlie said in a subconsciously commanding tone as he carried her into the house, “You guys go get a clean set of clothes for her to change into, and a basin of hot water, and a clean towel to wipe her down.”

“Yes.” The servants also responded out of habit.

Why did this feel familiar? As if he had done this before?

York Charlie frowned as a few images flashed in his mind, but they were too blurry for him to see anything.

Now was not the time to worry about himself, Blanche Capra had been out in the cold for so long, and she was so weak, she might have gotten frostbite.

York Charlie carried her upstairs, remembering that he’d had a huge fight with her in her bedroom only a while ago, and that he’d put his hands on her, and suddenly regretting that action.

But it had already happened, and there was no point in him regretting it.

He didn’t need to regret it either, who let Blanche Capra think of ways to harm him for so many years around him, otherwise they wouldn’t be in this situation now.

Carrying Blanche Capra to the bed, York Charlie should have left, but his heart was inexplicably attached to her, and his hand was still caught between her back and the bed, and he never pulled away.

It wasn’t that he did it on purpose, Blanche Capra looked like she was doing it on purpose, putting all of her strength on him, but the look on her face still didn’t change much, and she still looked like she was sleeping heavily.

“Hey Blanche Capra, you’re not sleeping at all, are you?” York Charlie asked her tentatively as he reached out and cupped her chin, to which she did not respond.

In fact, he couldn’t bring himself to do it.

“Never mind, I won’t go okay.” York Charlie sat on the edge of the bed, “Count me unlucky, I can run into you anywhere I go.”

After saying that, he reached out and pinched her nose.

After the maid had changed Blanche Capra into her housecoat and scrubbed her, York Charlie stood in the bedroom doorway, waiting for the maid to come out.

He was a little impatient, as if he was anxious to see her, but he didn’t recognize it in his heart.

At this moment, a servant came up to talk to York Charlie, “President Charlie, why don’t you stay and sleep here tonight? Look at how cold it is outside, what if you catch a cold.”

York Charlie was worried about how to stay in the “rightful” way, the maid gave him a step down, he had no reason to refuse.

“Alright then, but I don’t have any change of clothes.” After York Charlie finished speaking, he saw the maid responding to him with a surprised face, “Yes, yes, your previous clothes Mrs. Capra has kept them properly for you.”

Blanche Capra?

Didn’t she hate him so much? Why would she even do that?

York Charlie didn’t understand, but the warmth that flooded through his heart didn’t bother him.

He showered and changed and came out of the bathroom just as his cell phone rang, an incoming call from Delia Field.

Normally York Charlie would have answered it, but today …

He thought about it for a moment, but just hung up.

Usually in this situation, Delia Field would default to the fact that he was working overtime at the company or temporarily traveling out of town, so there wouldn’t be a second call.

In his heart, although he held guilt for Delia Field, he seemed to care more about Blanche Capra than her right now.

York Charlie put his cell phone down as he walked over to Blanche Capra, who was still asleep, not even in the same position.

How tired is this to sleep so much …

York Charlie sat on the edge of the bed and watched the soft light hit Blanche Capra’s sleeping face as he reached up and stroked the cheek, his warm fingertips touching skin that was silky but cold.

Reminiscent of a doll without life-like features.

He had to admit, Blanche Capra was beautiful, especially at her best when she was quiet – which was now.

Not realizing for a moment that his eyes had sunk into tenderness, the corners of York Charlie’s mouth quirked up slightly, and he couldn’t help but murmur, “What kind of a person are you, anyway?”

He never did see through her.

He attacked and humiliated her almost pathologically, wanting her to bow down before him, but she always went against his wishes.

When he was angered by her past viciousness, she tearfully argued with him that it was all a misunderstanding and that she was in love with him.

What does Blanche Capra actually think of him?

York Charlie can’t help but be curious, but doesn’t want to admit it.

Blanche Capra rolled over so suddenly that the covers slipped off her shoulders, and York Charlie hastily pulled them back on her, thankful that she hadn’t woken up at that moment.

The wind blew open the closed window, and a cold breeze poured in, making the already cold room feel like it was in a freezing cold place.

York Charlie’s first thought was to worry that Blanche Capra was catching a cold, and he immediately got up and went to the window, closing it behind him, the wind-blown curtains calming down at that moment.

As he observed the room, it had a uniquely personal style in both décor and color palette.

If he and Blanche Capra really had been something, what did it mean that she still had the décor from that time to this day?

Is she, by any chance, still in love with him?

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Blanche Capra had a dream that York Charlie finally turned back to her and laughed at her for being an idiot.

“Don’t hurry up and catch up.” In the dream York Charlie held out his hand and waited for her with feigned impatience, never actually moving his feet.

He was gentle in the dream, just like he always was.

So Blanche Capra took the dream for reality for a moment, and reached out her hand in reality as well; she tried to grab something, but instead grabbed the cold nightstand.

The cold touch brought Blanche Capra out of her dream, she frowned and slowly opened her eyes.

Incredibly, in reality, York Charlie was right in front of her, just a stone’s throw away.

What was going on?

Could it be that this was still a dream?

To confirm whether it was reality or a dream, Blanche Capra reached up and slapped herself.

“That hurt.” She shrieked, a hit too hard.

Surprisingly, it wasn’t a dream!

York Charlie lay down on the edge of the bed and just watched over her while the night was dark outside and he hadn’t come home yet.