Master Charlie Was Tricked By A Woman

Blanche Capra subconsciously walked to where she was staying, but only halfway there did she remember that she was now staying at a hotel. Somewhat helplessly, she walked to her hotel room, but a man was waiting there early.

“How are you?” Blanche Capra’s eyes widened, “How did you get in here?”

York Charlie, however, simply ignored her and pulled her straight down to the underground garage, then shoved her into the car, started it and drove off.

Blanche Capra wanted to speak, but York Charlie had a look of being unapproachable.

After holding her tongue, she couldn’t resist giving his arm a light touch with her elbow, “Hey!”

York Charlie ignored her.

Blanche Capra was not discouraged and muttered, “I don’t know what’s wrong with him, he’s always so moody, so people can’t guess what he’s thinking.” After muttering, she even stole a glance at him.

This glance coincided with York Charlie’s eyes.

Blanche Capra instantly looked like a thief caught in the act, panicked and averted her eyes, but York Charlie suddenly stopped the car, Blanche Capra couldn’t help but look at him again, his face was instantly in front of her eyes, which made Blanche Capra jump.

York Charlie narrowed his eyes, “You’re the one who initiated this.”

“I …,” Blanche Capra had no time to retort before he gagged her lips. Her eyes blinked and blinked a little frozen, but York Charlie didn’t go deeper, just kissed her a few times and left.

Blanche Capra was still in a daze.

“Get out of the car.” He dropped the words and opened the car door to get out, then a few seconds later stood on her side of the car window and opened the door for her, his deep eyes looking up at her, “Why don’t you get out?”

Blanche Capra obediently got out of the car, only to realise that it was already parked in Charlie manor’s yard, a man took the keys from York Charlie and drove the car towards the garage on his command.

Blanche Capra followed York Charlie, knowing he was angry with her, but wondering what had happened to her that she had let him take her in the car and bring her to his house in such a daze and at his beck and call, and had somehow provoked him into kissing her.

York Charlie had instructed Oliver to arrange a guest room for her, and her luggage had been thrown in, and Blanche Capra felt she had no choice but to let him hold her like that.

She did, however, remember what Moore Howard had asked her to do.

So at dinner, York Charlie asked her to join him, and Blanche Capra suggested some wine.

York Charlie hadn’t realised she was still in the mood for a drink and agreed with a nod, “Don’t drink too much.”

Blanche Capra nodded and offered to pour him a drink.

The two of them drank wine and ate food for a while, Blanche Capra felt her face a little hot, and pretended to ask unintentionally, “You’ve been busy at work this time?”

York Charlie didn’t think she would care about that, but it seemed normal to talk about that in such a cosy atmosphere, “It’s okay.”

“So are you free next week?” Blanche Capra suddenly asked.

York Charlie froze, “What?”

Blanche Capra shook her head, “It’s nothing important, just asking.”

York Charlie thought she wanted him to accompany her for something, “There’s a bidding war next week.”

Blanche Capra asks, “What auction? Can you tell me about it?”

York Charlie, however, said, “It’s nothing interesting, why are you suddenly interested in all this?”

Blanche Capra felt his scrutinising eyes and snapped out of it, thinking it was dangerous to ask questions like that. He was so smart and alert, would he see something if he said more.

Thinking like this, Blanche Capra instantly lost the idea of asking further, “Nothing, just don’t know what to say, just chatting.” And then she just buried her head to eat, as if she was really just too bored.

There was a maid at home, the dishes didn’t need to be cleaned up, Blanche Capra took advantage of York Charlie answering the phone, and went to the balcony alone to move around a few times, then went back to her room to wash up.

Who knew that when she came out of the bathroom after washing, she would see someone already lying on her bed.

“York Charlie!” said Blanche Capra as she walked over to the bed, “Why did you come to sleep in the guest room if you don’t have your own room.”

York Charlie, too tired to talk, simply yanked her by the arm and pulled her onto the bed before hugging her tightly to her chest and lifting the covers to cover both of them.

Blanche Capra went to push him with her elbow, but he closed his eyes and furrowed his brow, his voice magnetic, “Don’t move, get some sleep.”

Blanche Capra saw that he really wanted to sleep, her body gradually relaxed, smelling the fresh and clean scent of his body, for a moment she felt that heaven and earth were pure and transparent.

She gently closed her eyes and buried her head in his chest, listening to his steady heartbeat through his thin shirt. The skin on her face seemed to move to the rhythm of his heartbeat, and the night was silent, the leaves rustling softly outside the window, and she heard her own heartbeat, so calm and comforting, more settled than ever.

When Blanche Capra awoke early in the morning, York Charlie was gone.

With some trepidation, she stepped out in her nightgown.

Standing at the top of the stairs, she saw York Charlie coming in from the outside in his tracksuit, and her heart settled down. It turned out that he had gone out to exercise.

York Charlie looked up and saw her standing there in her pajamas and asked suspiciously, “What’s wrong?”

Blanche Capra smiled lightly and shook her head, while then turned and went upstairs and into her room to wash and change.

By the time Blanche Capra came downstairs again, York Charlie was not the only one she saw.

Shireen Miller’s tone-deaf look vanished into nothingness immediately upon seeing her, “What are you doing here?”

Blanche Capra slowly walks over to York Charlie and affectionately takes his arm, “I’m York’s fiancée now, so of course I can be here.”

Shireen Miller hated seeing her like this, “Do you know shame, to spend the night here!”

Blanche Capra laughed, “I didn’t even know that the original Missy Miller was such a conservative person, I’ve just always lived here, so what? I remember when Missy Miller used to come over uninvited, and I’ve stumbled upon another one today.”

Shireen Miller always can’t say anything to her, so angry that her eyes are red, at this moment, I heard York Charlie say, “How do you have a key to my house, the housemaids don’t know, you just come in directly?”

Shireen Miller stammered and did not know how to explain, in the face of York Charlie’s own questioning but even the face is also red, “York, I … I … was auntie gave me the The key …”

York Charlie said faintly, “Give the key back, or next time you can’t get in.”

Shireen Miller’s head dropped lower and lower as she heard him say that, hardly daring to look at him.This content belongs to Nô/velDra/ma.Org .

Blanche Capra saw her face York Charlie become squirming, two hands still crossed in front of a little at a loss, Blanche Capra heart sneer, and suddenly glanced at her wrist wearing a bracelet.

This bracelet was very special, she had only seen Mrs. Casey wear it. What? Now Mrs. Casey had given it to her?

Sensitive to Blanche Capra’s gaze, Shireen Miller raised her hand and waved it around a little smugly, “Nice, isn’t it? Mrs. Casey gave this to me.” Saying that, she looked at York Charlie again, winked innocently, and deliberately asked, “York, Auntie has been wearing it herself for so many years, you know the significance of this bracelet, don’t you?”