Master Charlie Was Tricked By A Woman

“In that case, then since you’ve said so, go to the company on another day to go through the resignation procedures.”

“I’m sorry I’ve been a bit busy lately, is it okay if I find someone else to act for me?”

“Okay.”

Hanging up the phone and placing it in a dry area next to her, Blanche Capra stood up and washed off the lather.

While she was blow-drying her hair, York Charlie came back and he went to the den.

It was the same thing he did every time they got into a cold war and he got angry.

Blanche Capra changed into a cut-out, dark purple jumpsuit, which she still wore with some awkwardness, shuddering to think what York Charlie had in mind when she first arrived.

Wrapping her robe around her, Blanche Capra turned to him in the study.

York Charlie was working, and he seemed to be in a bad mood, his mind no longer on his work.

Blanche Capra remembered the aggravation of the day and the events of the year, her eyes began to redden again, she clenched her teeth to make herself not think so much, the man in front of her is now just her dear fiancé.

Clenched fists unclenched, Blanche Capra walked up behind York Charlie, “Still busy?”

York Charlie caught a whiff of a very different aroma than usual, seductive, sensual, like it was compelling him, but now wasn’t the time to think about such things, he didn’t know how to fill the cracks in his relationship with Blanche Capra.

“No, you’re not doing anything?”

York Charlie pushed his chair back and looked at her, “Or if you want to beat me up and scold me for today, go ahead and do that, I won’t be mad at you.”

He deserved to be punished, and she was the only one who could inflict guilt on him.

He had thought of everything possible, he just didn’t expect a smile to appear on Blanche Capra’s face. ” What are you talking about, why would I hit you.”

Her lips curled up in a beautiful and natural smile, but one that looked like it would only come out in front of a camera.

York Charlie didn’t understand her intentions, “But you were still sad at the hospital today, weren’t you?”

Don’t lie to him, the eyes are all still red.

Blanche Capra thought to herself that he still knew she was sad, yet he ignored her, and that breath in her heart clogged her heart even more.

However, on the surface, she still had to pretend to be magnanimous and forgive him, “You said that thing, ah, I came back and thought about it for a long time, I know you also have your difficulties, I don’t blame you.”

Does that sound like something Blanche Capra would say?

Doesn’t look like it.

York Charlie was about to wonder if she was seeing a double.

But he’d be relieved if she really felt that way; he was afraid Blanche would push him further and further away from him, even hate him, because of this.

“Really?”

Blanche Capra lowered her eyes, the shadows hiding her huff, “Of course, and I wouldn’t want you to lie to me, I’ve had enough of the lies.”

“Hmm.”

York Charlie licked his thin lips, “But I’d be a little … unbelievable if you said you forgave me.”

Blanche Capra raised her eyes, nothing was left, she smiled more and more gently, she pouted, “Now you don’t believe anything I say do you? You won’t listen to me when I say something angry, and you won’t listen to me now when I say something nice, what do you want?”

York Charlie stands up and wraps her in a hug, “All I want is you.”

Blanche Capra closed her eyes, “Well, I know.”

They were silent for a few moments in perfect silence, just holding and feeling each other’s real presence.

Blanche Capra almost couldn’t suppress the love she felt in her heart for him, she was going to have to keep it all down from now on so she wouldn’t go soft again.

He was the one who had gotten her mom and dad killed!

“Blanche, you smell good today, I mean different than your usual scent,” York Charlie snapped, his breath catching a little as his warm nostrils sprayed her neck.

Blanche Capra kissed him, “It’s all I’ve got for you, so if you’d like, come back to the room with me and I’ll show you something even more different.”

What could York Charlie say when a beauty said that, he immediately picked her up and headed back to the bedroom.

The balcony door was left open, the cold wind drifted in, and they didn’t care.

Right now, it was a springtime moment.

York Charlie didn’t know what was wrong with Blanche Capra today, the rare time she volunteered to want him, but his brain couldn’t think with that aroma, and Blanche Capra underneath him made his blood boil.

They interlocked their fingers and York Charlie kissed her neck, the lamp by the bed was on and the light hit Blanche Capra’s flushed face, a sensation that made her forget her task for a while as well, but, in addition to enjoyment, there was a hint of confusion in her look, as if she’d lost something, and there was an empty space in her heart.

The next day, York Charlie pushed off work and stayed with her until she woke up.

Blanche Capra opened her eyes and York Charlie looked at her with a smile and another soft look in his eyes.

“York,” she hadn’t called him that in a long time.

York Charlie obliged and he dove under the covers and wrapped his arms around her, Blanche Capra even made a scene, “Your clothes are cold.”

“It’ll get warm later.”

Cuddling her, York Charlie rested his chin against her head and asked her carefully, “Blanche, let’s get married today, get a license.”

“What, afraid I’ll run away?” Blanche Capra laughed and teased him.

Unexpectedly, he answered her in a serious manner, “Uh-huh.”

Blanche Capra’s heart fluttered as she looked up, “Okay then.”

That was the flow of the plan anyway.

York Charlie was so excited that he was hugging her so hard she could hardly breathe, it was only when she whacked him that he responded.

“So we’ll go after breakfast?”

“Sure.”

They finished eating and went to get their license.

When they came out of the Civil Affairs Bureau, York Charlie felt his heart beat half a beat slower.

He would remember this moment forever.

Blanche Capra asked him why he was staring at her and smiling, and without saying a word, he cupped her hand and kissed it like a gentleman.

“I’ll spend the rest of my life cherishing you, believe me.” He gives her his deep promise.Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

Blanche Capra laughs, “Why are you suddenly acting like a romantic poet? I know all about it.”

She smiles so warm, like the sunshine today, but her heart is cold, all the way down to the soles of her feet.

Blanche Capra didn’t wear a diamond ring, just a silver one, and so did his hand.

It’s not that they are low-profile, Blanche Capra and York Charlie both feel that wearing a diamond ring to go out is very troublesome, may lead to another reporter to interview, published in the newspaper that the pigeon egg ring on her hand how many carats, more than she knows.

On the way home, York Charlie teased her, “Mrs. Charlie.”

“Hmm?”

“Wife.”

“Uh-huh? You got something to say.”

“My wife.” Blanche Capra laughed when York Charlie finished, jokingly tapping her on the shoulder, “That verse is out, enough of you.”

“Do you know how many times I’ve called you that in my mind?” York Charlie grabbed her hand and kissed it delicately.

Blanche Capra had been laughing as well, “You need to stop saying such sour lovey-dovey things, I’ll get goosebumps.”

That said, she seemed to take it well.

Blanche Capra left the window open and the wind blew her down hair around, behind her the daylight was blindingly white and she smiled softly with the light at her back.