Master Charlie Was Tricked By A Woman

York Charlie had said so many hard things that had hurt Blanche Capra completely.

But he wasn’t happy at all; instead, he was even more annoyed.

He could have been less mean to Blanche Capra, but if he hadn’t, there was no way he could pull himself out of the vortex, and what would he tell Delia Field.

He couldn’t do that.

Even if guilt welled up inside him, even if his heart ached, he had to pretend he didn’t know, deceive even himself.

Walking out of the villa and back to the car, York Charlie felt a sense of emptiness that drained him of his strength, and in the middle of this bitter winter, he was surprised to find the air a little hot.

His breathing was heavy as a result.

York Charlie slumped over the steering wheel and closed his eyes as he thought back on what had just happened, and the more he realized that his relationship with Blanche Capra wasn’t that simple.

The feeling she gave him was becoming more and more familiar, constantly teasing him.

It was all he could do to keep reminding himself-he was marrying Delia Field.

Still, out of curiosity and disbelief at the mystery, York Charlie had his men go on a covert investigation of Blanche Capra, so that if he knew her previous exploits, he could find out if what she had told him was true.

Hanging up the phone, York Charlie rubbed his brow and rolled down the window to look at the brightly lit villa, his complexion getting heavier and heavier.

…

Delia Field and York Charlie may seem to be out and out like glue to the outside world.

But in reality, most of the time in a day, they just sit together after work to have a meal and chat, sometimes York Charlie has official business to be busy, or Delia Field’s notice is too much, they can’t even meet once in a few days.

Sometimes York Charlie is busy with official business or Delia Field has too many announcements, so they can’t meet once every few days. They say that a goodbye is better than a new marriage, but York Charlie doesn’t have such a feeling.

He and Delia Field each have their own bedrooms and have agreed not to have sex until after the wedding, which also leaves a lot of personal space for both parties.

Delia Field is in control of York Charlie’s movements, but York Charlie is not privy to Delia Field’s day-to-day activities.

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York Charlie took advantage of the rare times when they ate out together to ask, but Delia Field only vaguely found a reason, “A friend just came back from abroad, I’m accompanying her to familiarize myself with the environment in the past few days.”

“I see.”

Delia Field’s ring-wearing hand took his hand, interlocking her fingers, her long, white fingers contrasting sharply with the red tablecloth, and her pigeon egg-sized diamond ring glittering in the bright light.

“I’m sorry, I haven’t been able to spend much time with you these past few days.”

“That’s okay, I happen to be busy these days as well.”

“Tough luck, let me know if my dad puts too much work on you and I’ll talk to him.” Delia Field powerfully favored her husband.

York Charlie naturally didn’t need her to do so, with his ability he would have no problem taking over THE Field Group right now.

But he wasn’t in a hurry for that either.

Before the meal was finished, Delia Field’s cell phone suddenly rang.

York Charlie didn’t care, he focused on Delia Field’s privacy.

She, however, was a bit nervous, put down her chopsticks and got up, “I’m going to answer a call, you take your time to eat.”

“Okay.”

She took the call and came back and said goodbye to York Charlie for now.

“I’ve got something I need to take care of, so why don’t you go home after you eat.” Delia Field put on her coat and left with her bag.

York Charlie nodded, “I know, you be safe.”

Before leaving Delia Field leaned over and kissed him on the cheek, “I’ll be back early.”

“Uh-huh.”

He didn’t have the slightest doubt that Delia Field would do anything to wrong him behind his back.

…

Outside the five-star hotel at first light, Delia Field glanced down at the address to make sure she was right before striding in.

She wore a hat and sunglasses so no one would recognize her.

“Hello, how may I help you?” The receptionist asked with a smile.

Delia Field gave the room number straight away, “Please show me to that room.”

“Yes, please wait for me, I’ll call and have someone take you up.”

Taken to the door of the room as expected, Delia Field waited for the waiter to leave before ringing the doorbell.

“Who?” A magnetic male voice came from inside.

“It’s me, you just called me to come over, did you forget so soon?” Delia Field flirted with him, a smile on her face that she couldn’t hide.

She was on familiar terms with the man in the room, and it was safe to say it wasn’t easy.

The man opened the door and when he saw it was her, he turned, “You’re finally here.”

He had just gotten out of the shower and had a towel hanging off of him, his toned body was in full view and his bronzed skin had a number of scars, “I came to you this time because I wanted you to keep an eye out for York Charlie’s activities lately.”

Delia Field closed the door behind her and followed him, “What’s up?”

She didn’t really see anything wrong with York Charlie, except for the fact that he’d been paying more and more attention to Blanche Capra lately which bothered her a little.

The man turned to her, looking much more serious than usual when he talked business.

“York Charlie is investigating Blanche Capra, not much is going on yet, but he’ll know the truth soon enough.”

Delia Field frowned as she recalled York Charlie’s behavior these days, he was hiding it really deep too, he hadn’t revealed a single word to her.

“Why is he investigating Blanche Capra … I thought he was supposed to hate her.”

There was no denying York Charlie cared about Blanche Capra though.

The man lifted his eyes and swept them over her, his deep eyes reflecting her, and her worried demeanor, tugged by his emotions, couldn’t stir ripples in his eyes.

“That would be something to ask yourself, wouldn’t it?”

“As well, I was the one who didn’t keep a close eye.” Delia Field bowed her head, a young lady of a thousand dollars completely unassuming in his presence, even above her, so to speak.

Seeing her so lost, the man reached out and touched her head, his palm warm, the force that landed on her head was heavy, and instead of making it feel easy, it also gave a sense of bondage.

But unexpectedly, Delia Field took it well, a smile appearing on her face.

“It’s not your fault he’s too restless,” the man reassured her, adding a reminder, “Make sure you keep a close eye on him in the future, and don’t let him resurface with Blanche Capra.”

“I know, I’ll listen to you on everything.”

“Hard work.” The man smiled then, rubbing her long hair as if he were rewarding a pet.

The ever-exalted Delia Field was like a large, tamed dog, and he moved her with every gesture.

With business out of the way, it was time for them to spend time together.

Delia Field wrapped her arms around him, and the man, knowing what she wanted to develop, kissed her, and after a bit of upheaval from the couch to the bed, Delia Field lay in his arms, feeling the heat of his body.

It was the most fulfilling time she’d ever had, and it was a shame that her relationship with him couldn’t be publicized yet.

But she was sure that in the near future, if she behaved herself, the man would give her that chance and take her hand into marriage.

Being with the one she loved was the happiest thing in the world.

To continue this happiness, she texted York Charlie, “I’m not going back tonight, good night.”

York Charlie didn’t reply, he never cared.