Master Charlie Was Tricked By A Woman

York Charlie had asked Delia Field, “Why don’t we just get it out of the way?”

“We’ve already said it, she just won’t listen.” Delia Field said, and leisurely got a glass of champagne from the waiter, taking a small sip in an elegant gesture, the corner of her eye falling on Blanche Capra.

She was watching to see what she was going to say back, or if she was just going to give up.

Delia Field wasn’t a brainless woman, though; she knew what it meant to take it as it came, and offered to leave when she felt it was about time, “Otherwise you’d see how awkward it would be for us to stay at a standstill with her.”

Indeed, Blanche Capra was still following them closely, or rather, she hadn’t moved off the ground.

Her eyes, her mind, all of it was occupied with York Charlie, and even if the other man hadn’t been as friendly to her as he was to a stranger, she wouldn’t go away.

Blanche Capra hadn’t been able to find him, so how could she let him go?

And York Charlie’s thoughts were also a bit complicated, with his mouth saying that he was annoyed with Blanche Capra’s pestering right now, but his subconscious thoughts were to stay.

Each of the three men had their own thoughts, but they all thought of the same thing.

It was only after Delia Field asked again that York Charlie responded, “Wait for me, I’ll have a word with her.”

“Say what?”

“Just to get her off my back.” Delia Field then reluctantly pulled her hand away and stood back and watched them talk, like a video camera recording the scene of them in the same frame.

Blanche Capra is so happy to see York Charlie approaching that she assumes he’s here to tell her that he made a big joke, or to tell her that because it was THE Field family that saved him, the parasites had to pretend they didn’t know.

Blanche Capra admits that she sometimes thinks things are too good to be true and that reality is so harsh.

She was so naive.

“It doesn’t matter what you seem to think I am to you, that doesn’t even matter, please stay out of my life and don’t pester me and Delia,” York Charlie said coldly.

He also emphasized one more time, “I don’t know you, and your behavior today makes me want nothing to do with you.”

“That’s it.” He said and turned to leave.

Blanche Capra wouldn’t allow it and took his arm, though he shrugged it off.

Her dignity was also abandoned to the ground, but Blanche Capra held on, making a fool of herself and pursuing the matter to the end, “York, haven’t you forgotten? Those happy days we used to have, and the fights we had over misunderstandings.”

She remembers them all.

York Charlie looks disgusted, he feels that some people just don’t make sense no matter what they say, Blanche Capra is one of those people.

Blanche Capra was still making excuses, she couldn’t believe York Charlie had just forgotten about her.

“Or is this your way of getting back at me? This is your punishment for me misunderstanding you?” Blanche Capra thought she had found the perfect reason.

If that was the case, she would find a way to make amends.

Either way she wasn’t going to give up on York Charlie just because of it.

York Charlie on the other hand thought Blanche Capra was crazy, he was confused by what he heard, “What revenge, what are you talking about?”

Blanche Capra however seems to be excited as if she is waking up from a dream, “That must be it, do you still remember what Moore Howard said the other day, do you hate me?”

She’d rather York Charlie hate her and get back at her than his cold “I don’t know”.

This woman is hopeless.

The words didn’t come out right, and York Charlie wrinkled his nose as he glared at Blanche Capra, his thin lips slightly parted, “You’re unbelievable.”

There was no point in staying here any longer, York Charlie turned towards Delia Field who had been waiting for him, pretending not to hear Blanche Capra no matter how much she called his name behind him.

Taking Delia Field by the arm, York Charlie said, “Okay, let’s go, I’m going to get mad if we keep interacting with this woman.”

“What’s wrong with you? I’ve rarely seen you this angry since I’ve known you.”

“I’m not angry.”

York Charlie didn’t know what was wrong with him, he just felt a tightness in his chest and wanted to get out of this place quickly.

Walking over to where Blanche Capra couldn’t see him, Delia Field told York Charlie to stop, she stroked his cheek and smiled gently, “There’s really nothing I can do about you, let me talk to her, you go ahead and wander around for a walk.”

“No, there’s nothing you can say to her, she’s just being irrational.” York Charlie’s first impression of Blanche Capra could not have been worse.

Delia Field hooked her lips, her tone intimate, “And you say you’re not mad, well I’ll be back soon.”

“Who knows if she’ll take it out on you.” York Charlie was still uneasy.

Delia Field gave a relieved smile, “Do you think I’d be the kind of person who would obediently give in to bullying?”

York Charlie then let go.

Delia Field walked back and saw that Blanche Capra was still looking for York Charlie, and seemed to be intent on sticking with him.

She walked up to him slowly, with a nonchalant demeanor that was standard for a hostess – elegant, confident, and generous without being pretentious.

In contrast, Blanche Capra’s expressionless face resembled Medusa’s, serpentine heart.

Delia Field still maintained her standard smile, “You seem to have a great deal of animosity toward me.”

“I should be the one to say that.” Blanche Capra gazed into her eyes, both were harboring things in their hearts, but neither could see through them.

Delia Field lifted her chin and lowered her eyes to look at her, “I am hostile to you because you covet my husband, can I not have a crisis?”

Blanche Capra gritted her teeth, “What do you mean your husband, that’s clearly mine, he and I are legally-”

“Isn’t that just an ex? It’s nothing unusual, who can’t have a few exes.” Delia Field wouldn’t let Blanche Capra go on, the two of them together were notable enough without Blanche Capra ruining the Field family’s reputation.

“But I forgive him.”

They were now on pins and needles, at cross-purposes, just a fuse away.

Blanche Capra realized what Delia Field had come to see her for specifically, to assert her sovereignty.

By the time she realized it, Delia Field had already spoken, “That’s all in the past, now, York Charlie is my husband and he only recognizes me as his wife, please realize that.”

Delia Field’s attitude was arrogant and confident, convinced of what she was saying.Copyright Nôv/el/Dra/ma.Org.

Blanche Capra just wanted to laugh at that as she clapped her hands together, “Quite a goddess for a celebrity back from abroad.”

The corners of Delia Field’s mouth drooped, but it was also fairly calm.

“I’m done talking, it’s up to you whether you listen or not.” Delia Field turned to leave and Blanche Capra followed, knowing that Delia Field must have gone to join York Charlie.

Delia Field knew what she was thinking and jerked around to cut Blanche Capra off, “This ends here or I won’t let you even take a step near York Charlie from now on.”

Blanche Capra wanted to give her a resounding slap and question what kind of a person she was to talk to her like that.

But in the end, Blanche Capra didn’t follow through.

“We’ll meet again sometime.” Blanche Capra is certain.

Delia Field smiles, “I’ll try to avoid that, please President Capra.”

Since they’re both calling out President Capra, they’re bound to game the same family business.

It’s unlikely that they won’t be able to touch York Charlie.