Master Charlie Was Tricked By A Woman

Just because Blanche Capra wasn’t talking, and Delia Field couldn’t pry her mouth open to stiffly force her to tell the truth, didn’t mean she was going to let this go.

Another thing that concerned Delia Field was the fact that York Charlie wasn’t even surprised by this incident.

Or did he already know about Blanche Capra’s pregnancy.

York Charlie came back from paying the bill and felt that the atmosphere between them was not quite right.

Just when he was feeling strange, Delia Field suddenly asked him to give Blanche Capra a ride home, “After all, we almost hit someone, it’s just not right not to get them home safely in person.”

“Got it.” York Charlie didn’t object, he was just surprised that Delia Field was willing to leave him alone with Blanche Capra.

He asked Delia Field, “What about you? Do you need me to call the family driver to come pick you up?”

Delia Field shook her head, “No, I’ll take a cab, I’m not a kid anymore, so hurry up and send Blanche back.”

Blanche Capra averted her face and closed her eyes, not wanting to see them show their love.

Blanche Capra is still weak, York Charlie simply carries her downstairs, leaving Delia Field standing at the edge of the hallway, watching the downstairs figures leave the hospital as she picks up her cell phone.

Delia Field opened the door, “It’s me, I need you to look into something for me.”

“Go ahead.”

“Blanche Capra is pregnant, do some research for me on who the father of the baby she’s carrying is, no one hundred percent proof, maximum likelihood is fine.”

“Got it.”

Hanging up the phone, Delia Field took a deep breath; she hadn’t realized things were going to go off the rails.

But for now, everything was still under her control.

…

On the way back from dropping Blanche Capra off, York Charlie and Blanche Capra didn’t speak for a long time.

York Charlie couldn’t figure out what had made Blanche Capra drink so much, and her eyes were so swollen that it looked like she had been crying.

He was so absorbed in his thoughts that he didn’t even realize he hadn’t asked Blanche Capra for her home address, and then he sped along as if he knew the route and had taken it countless times to get home.

Blanche Capra was nervous, too, but not about him, but about the unborn child.

The doctor’s words were like a stone thrown into the stagnant waters of her heart, stirring up a thousand waves.

There was a long silence between them, and it seemed like only ten minutes had passed when York Charlie took the initiative and said, “Why have you been drinking so much today?”

York Charlie didn’t realize that Blanche Capra had gone to the concert as well.

“Nothing, just went for a drink with a friend and ended up drinking too much.” Blanche Capra downplayed the fact that she was drunk and crying for York Charlie.

She didn’t understand why York Charlie was asking all of a sudden, was it because the smell of alcohol on her made him uncomfortable.

Blanche Capra rolled the window down to let the cold air pour in, but York Charlie was overbearing and shut the window again, “Don’t catch a cold.”

“It won’t-”

“Didn’t you hear the doctor say that you’re weak right now, so it’s better to be careful,” York Charlie glanced at her abdomen out of the corner of his eye – you can’t even tell you’re pregnant because of the thinness, “Just consider it for the sake of the fetus.”

Blanche Capra didn’t say anything else.

When they arrived at the villa, York Charlie got out and opened the door for Blanche Capra, who looked at the lavishly decorated and elegant villa and thought it looked familiar.

“I think I’ve been here before.”

These words were like a shot in the arm for Blanche Capra, a look of surprise appeared on her face and she immediately seized the opportunity to invite York Charlie to come inside and have a look around.

“Consider it a ride home and I’ll buy you a cup of tea.” Blanche Capra was afraid York Charlie would refuse.

She wanted to just tell York Charlie that this was his home, but she was afraid that she would scare him away, so she stopped.

There was really no reason for York Charlie to stay here any longer, and Delia Field should be waiting for him at home, and it was a bit unexplainable to go back too late.

But somehow the villa had a magical pull on him, giving him a sense of belonging – something he hadn’t had in the Field family.

York Charlie agreed, “Okay, but tea won’t be necessary, I’ll just go in and sit down.”

“Anything, as you wish.” Blanche Capra subconsciously went to take York Charlie’s hand, but just as she reached out, she paused and withdrew it.

York Charlie also noticed the movement, he pursed his thin lips, and directly reached out to take Blanche Capra’s hand to go inside.

York Charlie came back and startled the servants, they thought he had regained his memory, one was more excited than the other, “President Charlie, you’ve regained your memory ah?”

“President Charlie, you finally came back.”

York Charlie didn’t even understand what was going on, and turned back to Blanche Capra, “They’ve seen me?”Content © NôvelDrama.Org.

That’s for sure, he’s the master of this house, he hired these servants.

Blanche Capra didn’t dare to tell the truth, “That can’t be said in a moment.”

She told the servants to all go down first, “I have something to talk to President Charlie about, you guys rest and go.”

“Good.”

Blanche Capra herself went and made rose tea for York Charlie, who was sitting on the couch in the hall, looking a little formal.

Blanche Capra brought the tea to him and she sat down across from him, “Thanks for the ride back today, and the medical bills, I haven’t paid you back yet, have I?”

York Charlie lifted his teacup, his gaze falling on the marble table, “That won’t be necessary, as compensation for me almost running you over.”

Things were getting so raw between them.

Blanche Capra tried her best to find a topic of conversation, she knew that if she didn’t find a reason to keep him around, York Charlie would soon offer to leave.

“You seemed so uncomfortable at your last birthday party, are you okay now?” Blanche Capra remembered something about him suddenly holding his head and whimpering in pain that day.

She’d been tempted to ask, but the words of Delia Field had gotten in the way and made her back off.

York Charlie lowered his eyes, “I’m fine, you don’t have to worry.”

He couldn’t explain what happened that day, then he went back to his room and woke up from a nap and everything was back to normal.

If he had to say why, he figured it was because Blanche Capra wasn’t there that he was able to recover so quickly.

Blanche Capra was like a toxic agent; whenever she appeared, his willpower became weak and sensitive.

Yet, it was not to be missed.

Seeing Blanche Capra frowning in deep thought, York Charlie, thinking she was agonizing over why she hadn’t left yet, offered to go back.

Blanche Capra snapped to her feet again as if she’d been hit with a cocktail, “Wait a minute.”

“Something else?”

“Didn’t I say last time that I had proof that what I told you was true, and since you’re here, you might as well see it.” Blanche Capra mustered up the courage to ask him.

Evidence?

York Charlie’s heart was suddenly beating so fast that even he didn’t know why.

Panic before the truth came out?

Impossible.

Carefully watching his reaction, Blanche Capra asked softly once more, “Okay?”

York Charlie raised his eyes, “I got it, you bring me any evidence.”

Blanche Capra reveals a bright smile, surprise in her tone, “You come up with me, I’ll bring it to you, and by the way, you look at the room, ah, the study, or whatever, maybe it will make an impression.”

If she could get York Charlie to recover his memory through today’s events, then her tears were not in vain.

York Charlie just inexplicably followed Blanche Capra up the stairs and into her bedroom-their room.