Master Charlie Was Tricked By A Woman

It’s not polite to interrupt someone.

Blanche Capra had interrupted York Charlie, and now it was interrupted by Delia Field, who had appeared out of nowhere – clearly she was on the verge of telling the truth.

“York, what are you doing there?” Delia Field walked towards them in a graceful manner.

By the look on her face, it was impossible to tell that she was upset at all, but Blanche Capra knew that it was all just camouflage.

And York Charlie wanted to believe it.

Like he was waking up from a dream, he turned back to Delia Field and shook his head, “It’s nothing, it’s just that she broke her foot.”

He lied to Delia Field.

But Blanche Capra wasn’t happy at all.

York Charlie would do this because he cared about Delia Field, and he was afraid that Delia Field would misunderstand that he had something to do with him.

Her mood, which had just risen, dropped extremely fast again, and she fell into a depression.Property © NôvelDrama.Org.

She wasn’t going to give up though.

Delia Field flashed a smile at Blanche Capra while taking York Charlie’s arm.

“The party’s over, why isn’t President Capra leaving?”

“I still have something to say to York Charlie, wait until I’m done.”

Blanche Capra reached out to grab York Charlie’s cuffs and Delia Field reached around York Charlie at that exact moment to keep him from touching them, “If you have something to say to him, it should be in my presence as well.”

“On what grounds? I haven’t known him as long as you’re a halfway decent guy.”

Delia Field’s smile froze on her face, “On the basis that York Charlie and I are now husband and wife, and by the way, we’re going to have a wedding soon, and you’re welcome to share in our happiness then.”

A wedding?

Blanche Capra’s tears fell again uncontrollably, speaking of which she and York Charlie had gotten a license but hadn’t had a wedding yet because she didn’t think it was necessary.

Now she regretted it; was it true that only marriages with weddings could be recognized?

If so, what did she need that one marriage certificate for?

Delia Field puts away her smile, “Don’t think about solving your problems with tears.”

York Charlie didn’t forget to add, “If you know what’s good for you, stay away from me, I really don’t know you.”

They leave Blanche Capra far behind.

…

In this new media age, the paparazzi’s presence is as pervasive as bacteria.

But the showbiz world needs their presence to hold up the conversation, so the melon eaters are calling the paparazzi shameless while at the same time tacitly approving of such behavior.

Not only do they meddle in showbiz matters, but they also follow the affairs of the high society.

Just like this time, the Field family banquet has ended, Blanche Capra and York Charlie and Delia Field just do not come out, let the reporter for a while to wait, and finally had to give up the interview.

Blanche Capra, York Charlie and Delia Field didn’t get away with it, forgetting that the paparazzi are everywhere and nowhere.

Blanche Capra’s red-eyed attempt to hold York Charlie’s hand, which was stopped by Delia Field, was captured on camera.

And they don’t even know it.

York Charlie and Delia Field notwithstanding, Blanche Capra was so exhausted from the party that when she walked out of the villa, she forgot to call her driver to pick her up and walked down the road, dragging the tail of her dress in dismay.

The stares of those around her just couldn’t have been more searing, and Blanche Capra was in no mood to care; she was now both exhausted and forcing herself to reminisce about the pain.

From the moment Lynel Field had announced at the party that York Charlie was her son-in-law, her heart had begun to break.

Even so, she had survived to the end.

She thought she could wait for him to come back, but York Charlie took Delia Field by the waist and walked away.

I don’t think he cared if she cried behind him, because there was no longer a Blanche Capra in his heart.

The weather tonight was fittingly gray, but it wasn’t thundering or raining, and there was no wind at all.

Blanche Capra walked down the street as if she were the walking dead, still digesting the shock of what York Charlie had done to her today.

If Moore Howard hadn’t kidnapped her, if York Charlie hadn’t fallen in the water, things wouldn’t be the way she saw them today.

Before, in fact not so long ago, York Charlie was still talking to her about finding a time to announce to the press that their relationship had become more than just an unmarried couple.

They were legally married.

It was ironic to think about it now, and to regret that she hadn’t followed his word on everything, or else she wouldn’t have been kidnapped by Moore Howard, but would have stayed home and waited for him to return.

It was too late.

The rain came down when it said it would. There was a crowd of people around her, everyone looking for shelter from the rain, except for Blanche Capra who stood in the rain, accepting it so she could cry out in peace as well.

The gown was soaking wet, and Blanche Capra felt her body getting heavier and heavier.

And she didn’t realize that the green light had turned red, she was standing in the middle of the road, the color of her dress jarring against the color of the crosswalk, looking out of place.

Cars were already passing by beside her, and Blanche Capra still didn’t realize how dangerous her situation was now.

She wasn’t that lucky to avoid all cars.

It wasn’t until the blinding lights of the headlights were coming at her that Blanche Capra suddenly reacted.

She was isolated.

Subconsciously closing her eyes, Blanche Capra didn’t duck, and she was even expecting the person who hit her to be York Charlie so that she would have a reason to keep him.

However, what Blanche Capra had foreseen didn’t happen; a pair of strong arms held her to the side the moment the car approached.

She sort of dodged a bullet, looking at the crosswalk and gasping for breath, which scared her.

And the man was still holding her still, shielding her from the rain as best he could, even if she was soaked through.

Blanche Capra didn’t look up to see what he looked like, but she figured there could be no mistake, he had to be York Charlie.

Every time she was in danger, York Charlie would show up just in time to save her from her predicament.

The rain had stopped, the sky clouded over to block out the stars and the moon, and they held each other for a long time, maybe just a little while, in the absence of streetlights.

Blanche Capra quietly quirked the corner of her mouth, “So you came for me after all.”

She knew York Charlie wouldn’t turn his back on her.

However, it wasn’t York Charlie who came to her rescue, but Francesca Jones.

“Did you mistake me for him?” Francesca Jones said, not without a bitter smile, while reluctantly loosening her embrace to give her a chance to back away.

“No.”

“Is that so?” Francesca Jones didn’t usually get to the bottom of things, and he couldn’t do something like force her to tell the truth, so why reveal his own scars.

Come to think of it, he liked her, that was the reason.

He did seem a little out of sorts today, though, looking even calmer in the eerie night air.

Blanche Capra’s smile froze on her face and then drooped, her emotions always tugging at York Charlie, feeling in heaven one second and thinking she was in hell the next.

It would be a lie to say she wasn’t disappointed, but for goodness sake Francesca Jones had saved her life, and she still had to thank him, “Thank you, you’ve saved my life again, I don’t even know how to thank you.”

Anything but affection.

However, Francesca Jones wanted her.

He shook his head, “You’re welcome.”