Master Charlie Was Tricked By A Woman

Blanche Capra walked down the street with a heavy heart.

Moore Howard had just asked that of her, to drug York Charlie directly to his death? She couldn’t believe it when she thought about it, she never wanted York Charlie dead, how much of a grudge did Moore Howard have to have against him to come up with such a vicious idea and be so desperate as to do so?

But at least now she was the pawn in his hand against York Charlie, the knife in his hand aimed at York Charlie, and as long as he still believed in her, and she still obeyed him, he wouldn’t do anything rash on his own. In this way, York Charlie’s safety was still temporarily in her own hands.

She felt shock and sadness again at the thought. She was so worried about him and didn’t want him to die… how deep was her love for him? Deep to even if he hurt her like that, make her nothing, make her fall into the desperate situation of death, she still can’t let go of him, can’t hate him, still don’t want to hurt him.

How sad was she … in the end? Blanche Capra’s heart rose with a feeling of helplessness that bordered on despair: unable to control her heart, unable to stop herself from giving a heart with both hands… …

, so close, so close that it was as if she could hear the call of death, like … that night so long ago.

Blanche Capra’s mind rumbled, the fear of death almost suffocated her, and in the midst of this suffocation a powerful desire for life suddenly arose in her. The noise in Blanche Capra’s ears was so loud that it seemed to explode, and she jerked out of her place and ran at the very last moment when the car was about to run her over.

Blanche Capra ran so fast, as if she had used all her strength, exploded her body’s potential, narrowly avoided the car that crashed into her, and finally stopped on the side of the road to gasp for breath, desperate to survive, gasping for breath, gasping for breath, gasping for breath, gasping for breath, gasping for breath, gasping for breath, gasping for breath, gasping for breath, gasping for breath, gasping for tears.

Blanche Capra suddenly crouched on the side of the road, ignoring the people around them, while wiping the tears from the corners of their eyes, crying and laughing, and finally that laughter was completely drowned by tears, sobbing only left to cry.

Blanche Capra covered her eyes with both hands and finally buried her head deeply in her legs, like a poor little animal squatting by the side of the road and trembling. But suddenly, she felt a gentle palm on the top of her head, careful, as if to comfort her, but afraid to make her cry even more.

Blanche Capra’s crying paused, and she raised her head to look up tearfully.

A pair of peach blossom eyes full of heartache looked at her, Lorcan George half crouched on the ground, his brows tightly furrowed, on his face was the worry and exhaustion that seemed to have built up over a long period of time.

“Lorcan…” Blanche Capra sobbed a little, stumbling over her words.

Lorcan George couldn’t look away, and without saying anything, he went straight up and hugged her, hiding her crying face in his arms, trying to embrace her hurt with everything he had, not letting her long hair get messy in the wind, not letting her tears evaporate in the wind.

“Don’t cry, don’t cry, I’m here,” Lorcan George soothed her softly, “tell me anything, don’t be alone in your pain …”

Blanche Capra was caught off guard by his warmth, but she couldn’t say anything about her pain, how was she going to say it to him? She had always had to suffer alone.

Blanche Capra felt more and more aggrieved and cried uncontrollably.

Passers-by on the street saw them all think this is a couple in love, and at this moment, the boyfriend is comforting his sad and crying girlfriend. But York Charlie, who was driving by, thought differently. He only felt angry, he just had a fight with Blanche Capra in the morning, she was so tough and stubborn to him, and at this moment, she was buried in someone else’s arms and crying.

York Charlie was really getting angry the more he thought about it.

Blanche Capra’s emotions were finally calmed down, so she withdrew from Lorcan George’s embrace, those eyes were still red.

Lorcan George was relieved and lost, relieved that she had finally stopped crying and lost that she had left his arms after all.

“little sweetheart, what … happened to you? Why are you suddenly … like this? Still here alone?” He asked.

Blanche Capra pasted the back of her cold hand against her feverish, reddened eyes before she gave him a shallow smile, “It’s fine, I was almost hit by a car just now, I was scared.”

Almost hit by a car? Scared like this? Lorcan George half-heartedly and worriedly asked, “Is everything alright? Any bruises?”

Blanche Capra smiled, matched with those eyes but how to see how to be out of place, “It’s fine, it’s almost winter now, wearing so thick, where would there be bruises?”

“That’s good.” But are you really just crying from shock, Lorcan George asked softly in her mind. But again, she looked like she didn’t want to say more, and he hesitated to ask. After some thought, he said, “Shall I take you home?”

Blanche Capra nodded, and then suddenly responded, “You, uh, didn’t drive out?” It can’t be …

Sure enough, she saw Lorcan George nodding and said helplessly, “I was locked up by my dad for a long time, but I finally escaped.”

Blanche Capra was about to say something, but Lorcan George couldn’t wait to get a taxi again.

Later, when the two were in the car, Blanche Capra wanted to say something several times, and finally, after he followed her out of the car, she mouthed, “Lorcan, you don’t … want to say, you don’t keep meddling in my affairs, so as not to have a conflict with your father, but she was afraid of hurting your father,” she wanted to say, you don’t keep meddling in mine, so as to avoid a conflict with your father. She wanted to say, you don’t always meddle in my affairs, so as not to always clash with your father, but she was afraid of hurting him, so she changed her words and said, “You don’t always disobey your father, between you father and son, it’s not good to quarrel too much.”

Lorcan George saw that she cared about him, and smiled as he felt warm in his heart, “My father and I think differently, and quarrels are inevitable, you also know that I have never been used to his unsmiling face since I was a child.”

Blanche Capra saw that he knew what he meant, but still said so, she further bluntly pointed out not only will hurt him but also obviously not the slightest bit useful, can only say, “Although it is so, but still less quarrel! You don’t want to be locked out of the house by your father at every turn, do you?”

Lorcan George shook his head in a serious manner, “And he won’t always succeed.”

One day he would be strong enough to have full freedom.

Blanche Capra did not catch the deeper meaning of his words, and said goodbye to him without comment.

It was dusk again, and the air was growing cold; Blanche Capra exhaled deeply, cooled her eyes again with the back of her hand, and went up the stairs step by step to the door of her house.

Blanche Capra’s head was lowered out of habit to reach for the keys in her bag when a wave of brute force hit her, a familiar scent burrowed into her nostrils, and in an instant she was pinned against the wall by a tall body.Material © NôvelDrama.Org.

York Charlie grabbed her wrist with one hand and braced himself against the wall, his pitch-black eyes staring at her, his face sunken.

Blanche Capra was startled by the chill that emanated from his body and chilled her heart to the bone, “York Charlie! You … let go!”

York Charlie tilted one side of his lips in a scornful smile, “What exactly do you like? Gentle? Cold? Like to dominate and use force or be gentle and small-minded?”

“What are you talking about?” Blanche Capra glared at him.

“Look at you,” he reached out and brushed a hand across the corner of her eye, “with your eyes red from crying in his arms … Blanche Capra, and what type of a man does Lorcan George seem to you to be of a man? And you were so defenceless as to cry like that in his arms?”

Blanche Capra froze, realising that he had seen the scene on the street, but she wasn’t at all ashamed, what did she have to be ashamed of? For whom was she crying? For whom was she crying?

It’s all because of him. And yet he taunted her with such indifference and derision. How could he do this to her? The more Blanche Capra thought about it, the more she felt that this man was just too annoying, and she wanted to break free from his confinement, so she bent her legs and used her knees to push against him.