Master Charlie Was Tricked By A Woman

Blanche Capra felt both unfortunate and fortunate.

Unfortunate in that every time she had something to look forward to, someone would come out halfway to stop her.

And fortunately, even when someone tried to victimize her, she ended up coming back from the dead.

This time, her luck came in handy once again.

When her opponent raised her foot with the intention of flying kicking her in the stomach, Blanche Capra was all desperate, and she subconsciously closed her eyes, feeling powerless at the fact that there was no way to change what was in front of her.

However things weren’t as bad as she thought they would be because the kick didn’t land on her stomach.

Blanche Capra felt nothing, and instead heard the rogue’s screams.

She opened her eyes only to see one more tall figure in the dimly lit alley illuminated by the dismal moonlight, and in three swift strokes, he had finished off the punk who had tried to kick her in the stomach.

The gangster was lying on the ground, moaning and groaning, completely losing his arrogant demeanor.

Blanche Capra was surprised, but also felt a hint of surprise, because she knew who the person who came to her rescue was.

York Charlie.

For once she was definitely not mistaken, nor was she hallucinating.

York Charlie’s features were still visible as blurred outlines in the moonlight, and his black eyes looked even more intense in the darkness of the night.

Blanche Capra looked at him and broke into a smile.

It’s hard to tell you how much it touched her to have York Charlie show up when she felt so hopeless.

York Charlie was still struggling with the gang of punks, he took care of a few with his bare hands and the two men holding Blanche Capra were knocked to the ground.

Before Blanche Capra could react, he was done.

“Get out of here, it’s not a good place to stay for long.” York Charlie took her hand and stepped over the defeated men who lay on the ground like corpses, ready to leave.

Neither he nor Blanche Capra expected the other to stay, and the moment they turned around, the gangster who had been lying on the ground moaning suddenly got up and rolled over at the back of Blanche Capra’s head with a knife.

York Charlie reacted quickly and blocked the stab with his arm for her.

It wasn’t a deep stab, but the wound still bled quite a bit.

Blanche Capra’s night vision wasn’t very good, and with the alley so dark, she didn’t know York Charlie was hurt, she just heard a muffled grunt from him.

She vaguely felt that something had happened to him, and was instantly anxious, asking, “What’s wrong with you? Are you hurt?”

“I’m fine, you go first.” York Charlie let go of her hand.

Blanche Capra didn’t leave, but she didn’t go up to him to cause trouble either.

York Charlie kicked the punk down, and with the sound of a knife hitting the ground, the farce was finally over.

York Charlie leads Blanche Capra out of the unlit alley and into the light, the people coming and going and the noise pulling them back into the neon-lit, bustling world.

It was in the light that Blanche Capra saw the cut on York Charlie’s arm.

“Oh my God, why is there so much blood?!”

Blanche Capra’s reaction of that magnitude caught York Charlie off guard, and he looked around the room, and sure enough, a number of people had their eyes on them.

In order to avoid being the leading man in the next day’s news headlines, York Charlie hurriedly pulled Blanche Capra towards the deserted street.

Blanche Capra’s brain went out the window and all she could think about was him.

It was hard to avoid people’s stares, and York Charlie let out a breath, finally able to relax his tense nerves.

Blanche Capra was still worried about his wound, “It’s not far from my house, why don’t you come over to my house and I’ll dress your wound? I have a first aid kit.”

That’s what York Charlie had prepared, too.

But now, York Charlie coldly rejected her good intentions, “No need, I don’t want to get too deeply entangled with you, who knows what ghost ideas you are playing in your heart.”

Besides, this little wound was nothing to him, the blood looked like it flowed quite a bit, but it was also because of the visual illusion created by the overlay of clothes, and the bleeding had actually stopped.Content rights by NôvelDr//ama.Org.

It just hurt a little.

Blanche Capra didn’t understand what he meant, she just wanted to bandage him up.

“But you can’t bandage your wound now unless you do it quickly.”

“That’s my business too, not yours.” York Charlie brushed her off with indifference.

Blanche Capra had no choice but to let him go to the hospital instead, “Will you let me accompany you to the hospital? I need to see that you’re safe so I can rest easy.”

Otherwise, how could she not be at ease.

York Charlie still had that cold and icy attitude, “Whether I go to the hospital or not has nothing to do with you at all, you don’t need to worry so much, you’re not my person.”

He hated to draw a line in the sand with her with every word.

Blanche Capra is not a robot that has no feelings and doesn’t understand human language, she has flesh and blood, and she would be hurt by such malicious speculation and vilification.

Not to mention the fact that this person is her favorite person.

Even so, Blanche Capra still endured the loss and sadness, insisted to persuade him, “But you were injured to protect me, I must be responsible for you.”

By saying this, she was already putting distance between them.

But York Charlie still refused to listen, instead, he even badmouthed her, “Consider me unlucky today, I met you, this unlucky guy, this is the punishment I should suffer, it has nothing to do with you.”

“Don’t think that just because I saved you means that I accept your existence, it’s an impossible thing, I just can’t stand to see the landlubbers bullying a weak woman.”

He was calling her everything now, first a poisonous woman and now an unlucky one.

Just how much did he hate her?

Blanche Capra couldn’t help but feel pathetic and ridiculous at the thought.

Her bitter smile fell on York Charlie’s eyes, he mistakenly thought Blanche Capra was mocking him, he was not willing to be overpowered by her, and he spoke out to taunt her some more.

It was a good thing York Charlie didn’t say anything like he regretted saving her, or Blanche Capra would have cried on the spot.

Because it was him, Blanche Capra bore whatever he said in silence.

She’d tried to defend herself, and if he didn’t believe her, she wasn’t going to force it.

Not wanting to hold York Charlie up too long, lest she delay his trip to the hospital to get his wounds dressed, Blanche Capra forced out a smile and gave him another bow as a thank you.

“Anyway I’m really grateful for today, if you hadn’t shown up in time, I might not be able to keep me and my baby alive now, if there’s anything I can do, just give me a call and I’ll do my best to return the favor.”

She made it sound so polite, but York Charlie still didn’t give her a good look, and without a response or a hello, he turned and left expressionlessly, and it was only as Blanche Capra watched his shadow on the ground, stretched by the light, that she realized he was gone.

Blanche Capra straightened up and she looked ahead worriedly, her thoughts still on York Charlie’s wounds.

She had put herself on the line for York Charlie, she hadn’t even lost her dignity, she had lowered herself to the dust, and even if all she had gotten in return was for him to look at her one more time, that would be enough to make her happy for a long time.

Blanche Capra sighed at the only thing left was the parked car and the shadows of the trees on the side of the road.