Master Charlie Was Tricked By A Woman

Blanche Capra’s head was like mush and she couldn’t think anymore.

She was still out of her element when Francesca Jones grabbed her hand.

Watching Blanche Capra drop her guard in front of him, Francesca Jones suddenly ran out of courage again, and he was breathing a little heavily while she was half asleep.

Blanche Capra was in a daze when she saw Francesca Jones close by, and she reached up against his chest, not having the strength to push him away, but not being able to let go either.

It was as if the moment she dropped it, she would hit rock bottom.

There was only York Charlie in her eyes, and there was no room for anyone else.

There was a voice in her heart that kept screaming York Charlie’s name, and whether she wanted to hear it or not, there was no way to tell that voice to shut up.

York Charlie, was her pain, her scars with new wounds.

It was also the person she loved the most and couldn’t love.

Francesca Jones had thought about taking her for himself while she was still unconscious, but once he saw the tears streaming down her face, he couldn’t bring himself to hurt her against his will.

He’d never wanted to make her cry.

But desire ruled the body.

Francesca Jones sidled up to her and kissed her before Blanche Capra suddenly came to her senses and pushed him away.

She quickly reacted to what Francesca Jones was trying to do to her and subconsciously slapped his hand away, giving him a slap that wasn’t too hard, but loud enough.

Francesca Jones was caught off guard, but didn’t let it cause her to burst into a rage.

Blanche Capra unbuckled her seatbelt to get out of the car and Francesca Jones grabbed her hand, “Where are you going?”

“Home.”

“I’ll drive you.” Francesca Jones secretly regretted his impulsiveness, by doing so he only pushed Blanche Capra further away and made himself more miserable.

Blanche Capra shook off his hand, “No, I can get back on my own.”

It wasn’t far from the villa, she could walk back, just to catch a cold breeze.

“But you’re in such a state-” Francesca Jones was still worried, but was stopped by Blanche Capra, “I’m fine. Already much sobered up, and a little cold air on the way back would be better.”

Since she was so adamant, Francesca Jones couldn’t say anything, “You be safe on your way back then.”

“Uh, thanks.”

“Give me a call when you get home.” Francesca Jones added after she finished speaking, “Sending a message is also fine.”

“Got it.”

Blanche Capra got out of the car and edged out of his line of sight.

She stumbled along, not looking fully awake, her eyes falling to the ground and her thoughts drifting off somewhere.

After walking for a while, Blanche Capra realized she was going in the opposite direction and doubled back, a little confused as to where she was even now, let alone letting her avoid the cars that were coming and going – the lights alone were making it nearly impossible for her to keep her eyes open.

As she crossed the street, Blanche Capra suddenly became dizzy, and she staggered so much that she couldn’t stand any longer, so she crouched down.

And she hadn’t realized that the position where she crouched down was the middle of the road, a car was speeding towards her, the light was like a magnesium lamp hitting her, the ground outlined her side shadow, she subconsciously squinted her eyes.

Turning her head, she watched the car close at hand before Blanche Capra snapped out of it and sat down on the ground as soon as she could.

The car stopped less than a meter away from her, and Blanche Capra had dodged a bullet, but she didn’t have the stamina to get up for a while, her body as limp as cotton, with no strength.

Just rest here, no one would care if she was hurt anyway.

Blanche Capra thought pessimistically, her body almost touching the ground, thankfully it was winter, in summer her skin would have been burned by the remaining warmth of the ground.

She didn’t know what kind of trouble she was going to get people into with this look.

She didn’t care about that for now.

The owner of the car, who probably thought Blanche Capra had been hit and that’s why she was curled up on the ground, rushed out of the car to check on her, he walked up to Blanche Capra, “Are you okay, miss?”

Why is this voice so familiar …

Blanche Capra’s fading consciousness came back to her, and before she could look up, she heard a woman who had gotten out of the car say, “York, is she hurt?”

York?

York Charlie?

York Charlie didn’t know it was Blanche Capra at this point, “I don’t know, it looks like she’s hurt.”

He called out to Blanche Capra again and saw her finally respond, struggling to hold herself up to get up, he rushed to help her up, “Anyway, let me get you to the hospital first.”

Blanche Capra looked up, startling both York Charlie and Delia Field.

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It’s such a small world, it’s unbelievable that we can run into each other like this.

Blanche Capra wobbled, about to fall again, and York Charlie simply picked her up, the smell of alcohol wafting into his nostrils the moment he shrunk closer.

How much alcohol had this been …

He frowned as he motioned for Delia Field to open the door to the back seat of the car, he shoved Blanche Capra in and closed the door. Blanche Capra felt pain spread through her vaguely before she fell asleep.

York Charlie took her to the hospital with Delia Field.

After all, it was a random incident and Delia Field couldn’t stop York Charlie from doing it.

She just cared about the way York Charlie was tense and worried as he rushed to the hospital, forgetting that he was sitting next to his wife-to-be.

Blanche Capra was rushed to the hospital, where Delia Field and York Charlie waited outside, silent and serious.

Blanche Capra woke up with a pain in her abdomen, she frowned and opened her eyes, the light from the hospital ceiling hurt her eyes.

The light reminded her at once of all that had just happened and she sat up with a jerk as the doctor asked airily, “Awake? Stomach ache?”

Blanche Capra nodded, holding the back of her head, chagrined at her lapse in judgment and fear for her baby.

Touching her abdomen, the baby was still there.

Blanche Capra breathed a sigh of relief at this, though she couldn’t be reassured – her stomach still hurt, and she didn’t know if it was a paroxysm or if something had happened to her baby.

That’s when the doctor pulled the curtain back and asked, “Is Blanche Capra’s family here?”

York Charlie walked over with Delia Field and they saw Blanche Capra sitting pale in a hospital bed with an oxygen tube in her nose.

“Doctor, what’s the situation?”

“The patient’s body is weak, and she’s been depressed for a long time, and with the shock of the outside world, she’s afraid that if she doesn’t take care of herself and rest properly, she won’t be able to keep this baby.” The doctor said it succinctly and clearly, and it was scary enough.

As soon as Blanche Capra heard this, she broke out in a cold sweat and asked the doctor with a terrified face, “Now then, the fetus should still be alive, right?”

She was so scared that her voice and shoulders were shaking as she spoke.

The doctor nods, “It shouldn’t hurt as much after a while.”

Blanche Capra is relieved and closes her eyes, her breath knocked out of her.

After the doctor leaves, York Charlie goes to pay the bill and Delia Field stays with Blanche Capra, who asks her with a shocked look, “You’re pregnant?”

“Didn’t the doctor say so?” Blanche Capra kept her head down, she didn’t really want Delia Field to know.

“When was it?” Delia Field seemed concerned.

“I’m not really sure, I just found out recently.”

The vague answer made Delia Field even more curious, “Do you know who the father of the child is?”

It couldn’t be York Charlie, could it?

The answer was obvious.

Blanche Capra remained silent, leaving Delia Field to figure it out for herself.

She must try to keep the baby anyway.