Master Charlie Was Tricked By A Woman

This woman, who is it.

York Charlie thought so, but it was déjà vu.

Just an illusion?

Delia Field suddenly rushed up to pull Blanche Capra back, both to keep Blanche Capra from talking out of turn while she was gone and because she didn’t want to make a good party so awkward.

If Blanche Capra were to ruin the party, it would be like lifting a rock and hitting her own foot.

She pulled York Charlie around and turned to the crowd of guests waiting to see what was going on, Delia Field hooked her lips into a smile, revealing glowing white teeth, “Gentlemen, I apologize for possibly giving you a fright.”

“Just in case there are any unnecessary misunderstandings, I’m here to explain, President Capra did have a bad relationship with my husband in the past, but it’s all in the past now, they’re very close friends now, and just now she was so emotional because, she didn’t realize that he had returned home so soon.”

“Speaking of which President Capra is also a man of nature, and I love that frank personality.” Delia Field didn’t forget to compliment Blanche Capra to cap it off perfectly.

Her resilience was recognized by the entire room.

And Blanche Capra’s side of the room, whose lungs were about to explode, had to force herself to play it cool.

Close friends?

Blanche Capra gave Delia Field a mocking look, and she wanted to call Delia Field out on her lies right then and there – she and York Charlie were legally recognized as a married couple.

She didn’t confront Delia Field because there was no point in doing so; Delia Field was just playing it safe, but in reality, Blanche Capra’s love-hate relationship with York Charlie was well known around town.

It’s normal to fall in love and have breakups, but what doesn’t make sense is that York Charlie, who disappeared into the ocean and left Blanche Capra searching for months, just came back.

Delia Field’s timely round and the Field family’s power to intimidate, the guests still smiled and nodded, consciously back to do what they should do, where dare to disturb them.

Delia Field then led York Charlie to Blanche Capra.

Blanche Capra is very upset, York Charlie is her pet? Why is he so obedient? Why hasn’t he been so good before?

Delia Field took the initiative to talk to Blanche Capra, “Just now, I heard you sound like you know York very well? Are you a friend from before?”

“Haven’t you read the newspaper, there’s a serialized story about me and him, and it’s actually even better than the story the newspaper wrote.” Blanche Capra responded coldly, her eyes locked all over York Charlie.

Her eyes were protruding, red with anger and resentment, but her pupils showed more disbelief than anything else.

She believed that if York Charlie wanted to divorce her, he would explain the whole story to her.

Where has he been these days?

Why didn’t he come home, and how did he know the Field family?

And, did he really not want her anymore?

Seeing this, Delia Field didn’t say anything on the bright side, and silently pressed her body close to York Charlie, almost on top of him, wrapping her arms and neck around him like a vine.

She also did not forget to add fuel to the fire, “I think we have some misunderstanding with you, if you are York’s former girlfriend, then I can understand your feelings, if not, just …”

Without saying anything, she waits for Blanche Capra to react to something.Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org exclusive © material.

However Blanche Capra’s attention was still all on York Charlie, and they just stared at each other wordlessly, like a couple reunited after a long time apart, and like two strangers.

She remembered when Shireen Miller used to do that, and York Charlie pulled away without batting an eye.

Now, he seemed to acquiesce to the behavior.

Not the least bit interested in what Delia Field had to say, Blanche Capra merely returned a perfunctory, “My relationship with York Charlie is not as simple as you think.”

Clenching her teeth to keep from shedding tears in front of them, she asked York Charlie in a shaky voice, “Where have you been? Why didn’t you come to me when you came back?”

York Charlie frowned, from just now he felt that this woman was making no sense.

Not to mention his ex-girlfriend, her face didn’t even ring a bell with him.

“I don’t know you, and there doesn’t seem to be this need to report my whereabouts to you.”

Not realizing she’d waited months for such a desperate statement, Blanche Capra couldn’t help her nose from getting sore as she lowered her eye brows to stare at him, “How could you say such a thing?” Blanche Capra frowned.

York Charlie was even more puzzled, “I told you I don’t know you, young lady.”

Delia Field was playing nice by this time, introducing him, “This is President Capra of the the Charlie Group.”

“the Charlie Group …”

“Same last name as you eh.” Delia Field says what’s on York Charlie’s mind and he doesn’t repeat it all over again.

Blanche Capra’s head was spinning with anger as she watched them show their love.

She just couldn’t swallow it.

Blanche Capra reached out and tried to grab York Charlie’s arm, pulling him aside to talk, but just as her fingertips touched his expensive, delicate suit, he dropped his hand and avoided her contact with a cold expression.

It was in that moment that all of Blanche Capra’s patience went out the window.

She glared at York Charlie and told him solemnly, “York Charlie I’m telling you right now, I don’t know exactly how you’ve been wooing butterflies on the outside, but I’m the one who’s your wife, by your own admission.”

She was close to saying that she was licensed and was thinking of showing York Charlie the marriage license as proof.

Delia Field, however, was having none of it.

“President Capra, I understand that women are emotional and find it hard to come out of the shadows of failed relationships, and even at times, mistake someone else’s husband for their ex.” Delia Field interrupted Blanche Capra, still smiling as if nothing had happened.

“But to keep pestering is a bit much.” Delia Field’s words hid a knife, every word imploring Blanche Capra to leave York Charlie.

On what grounds?

Blanche Capra is unconvinced, but it’s no use; Delia Field snuggles up close to York Charlie, and she rests her head on his shoulder.

And look at Blanche Capra, she’s all alone and no one would believe her if she told them.

She didn’t know this was going to happen to her, it all seemed like an arrangement, another set up, and she was in the middle of it, fighting a losing battle.

York Charlie repeatedly emphasized that he didn’t know her, but his eyes were also following her.

He watched her expression change, both the frown and the tears swirling in her sockets, all replayed in his mind.

Did he really know this woman?

York Charlie craned his head to look at Delia Field for her opinion-she was his wife, after all.

Delia Field knew his confusion, and with a slight smile, she leaned over to his ear and murmured, “Didn’t you say that too? You don’t know this person, she’s probably mistaken for someone else.”

“That better be the case, I’m most annoyed by pestering like a dog’s paw.”

Delia Field was amused, or pretended to be amused by him, “Would it be too much for you to describe people that way.”

York Charlie ignored his inner discomfort and responded without changing his face, “But what she does is doggy pestering.”

Blanche Capra was some distance away and she couldn’t hear much of their conversation; Delia Field’s grin alone was blinding enough, let alone the fact that she had to witness York Charlie coming up to whisper in her ear.

Was this her punishment?