Master Charlie Was Tricked By A Woman

The days leading up to the bidding session were York Charlie’s busiest time.

He had been preparing for this bidding session for almost a month, and the effort he had put in had to be rewarded, or else it would be a kind of self-denial of his ability.

So I’m afraid he won’t be able to stay with Delia Field for a few days.

York Charlie woke up very early to wash up and change into a formal dress, he ate breakfast and then went upstairs again, gently pushed open the door of Delia Field’s room.

At this hour of the morning, it was still light, and Delia Field was still asleep.

York Charlie sat on the edge of the bed, staring at her sleeping face in disbelief, unable to say what he felt in his heart.

He couldn’t deny that when he saw Delia Field’s sleeping face, all he could think of was Blanche Capra.

He really was going crazy.

The dark cloud in his head just wouldn’t go away, and York Charlie just couldn’t help himself, bending down and leaning in, his soft lips landing on Delia Field’s forehead with just a sloppy touch, as careful as if he were treating a work of art.

“Take care of yourself at home.” York Charlie said in a whisper, not wanting to disturb her beauty sleep – even though Delia Field was frowning now.

After he left, Delia Field was still drowning in her dream and couldn’t wake up.

She dreamed that Moore Howard was badly injured, but for fear of being caught by the police, Moore Howard never went to the hospital, and eventually his wounds worsened.

By the time she arrived, all was lost.

A dream like this was devastating to Delia Field.

She thought the dream was real, and even after being awakened by it she kept dropping tears, as if a stone was blocking her heart, and she was so stuffed up that she could hardly breathe.

The maid was taken aback by her and her first thought was to get York Charlie, “I’ll check in with President Charlie about you, he’ll be back in a jiffy.”

“No, I’m fine now.” Delia Field took the maid’s hand just in time, and it was only then that she slowed down enough to realize that it had been nothing more than a dream.

Still, she would worry.

After all, it wasn’t out of the realm of possibility.

She had to see Moore Howard as soon as possible.

In order to keep the servants from snitching on York Charlie, Delia Field made a point of explaining to her, “There’s something about me that you have to remember, and you must never tell York Charlie about it; he’s tired enough as it is with his busy schedule with the bidding meeting, so don’t bother him any more than he already is.”

The reason sounded grand, but from her lips it became reasonable.

To outsiders, she was the Delia Field who was in love with York Charlie, and naturally had plans for him in everything.

“I see.”

Delia Field texted Moore Howard to agree on a place and time to meet, she didn’t say why she was asking him out.

If she did, Moore Howard’s character would only reject her on the grounds that the greater good was at stake.

As expected, Moore Howard thought she had something important to tell him and gladly agreed to her invitation.

Delia Field changed her clothes and drove to the hotel where they had agreed.

She waited for Moore Howard in his hotel room and took a shower.

When Moore Howard arrived, Delia Field was just coming out of the shower, dressed in a bathrobe, with her wet hair draped over her shoulders and her steaming body carrying a seductive look.

As soon as she saw Moore Howard, Delia Field couldn’t hide the tenderness in her eyes and took his hand, bringing her face close to his as she stared wide-eyed at him.

Delia Field wanted to see how well he had recovered from his injuries.

“Are you hurt badly? Does the wound still hurt? Did you go to the hospital?”

Delia Field cupped Moore Howard’s face, tears welling up in her eyes, just the sight of the bandage wrapped around his forehead had made her sad.

One could only imagine how much she loved this man to such an insane degree.

Compared to Delia Field, Moore Howard’s reaction was much colder, I should say it was all over the top cold, treating him like a stranger, with an expressionless face and a grudge in his eyes.

He pulls away from Delia Field’s hand and walks around her to the window, looking at himself reflected in the window, and at her behind him with a terrified look on his face.

Delia Field didn’t understand how he could be so cold all of a sudden and her brow furrowed, “Moore, I’m just concerned about your injuries, did I do something wrong?”

“I thought you brought me news about York Charlie with this bidding meeting, but you ended up asking me out specifically just for that little thing.”

Moore Howard finished in exasperation, he turned to her with a reproachful look on his face and looked at her with disappointment in his eyes, “Do you realize how dangerous this is?”

Delia Field didn’t understand what was wrong with caring about him and being scolded for it somehow.

She had no outlet for her aggression, and her aura in front of others lost its intimidating effect in front of him.

“I’m just worried about you, I’ll make sure I don’t let him find out on York Charlie’s end, don’t worry about it.” Delia Field assured Moore Howard.

She didn’t know what way to show him her loyalty without being able to rip out this heart and show him a little.

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Moore Howard, however, found Delia Field’s thoughts childish, and he flicked to the side in dismay, averting his eyes from her until she finished her sentence.

He really didn’t know what to say about her.

“Of course I’m going to get my wounds dressed when I’m hurt, isn’t that common sense? What the hell are you worrying about,” Moore Howard snapped at her in a moment of uncontrollable anger, “I know you’re good at what you do, but don’t you forget who you’re spying on.”

“He’s York Charlie, even with his amnesia he’s a difficult character, with a more suspicious personality than me, how are you going to make sure you don’t let him realize something’s wrong.”

Moore Howard could have been exasperated; he’d had a hard enough time with the setbacks to his plans over the last few days.

Now he just wanted to spit it out.

“Do you remember what I told you on the phone.”

Delia Field, already giving him a scolding, replied warily, “Remember, you told me to keep an eye on York Charlie, especially during his preparations for the bidding session.”

She does remember, but after seeing Moore Howard get hurt, she throws her sanity out the window and is preoccupied with how she’s going to get out and meet with Moore Howard and avoid not only York Charlie, but the press as well.

Moore Howard suddenly yells at her, “If you remember, why didn’t you listen to me? If he finds out, can you afford the consequences?”

If there was a slight mistake, their carefully set up situation would be ruined.

Moore Howard’s entire face turned red, even his neck and ears were burning, showing how angry he was now.

Delia Field is so angry that she can’t even breathe, but stares at him with fear and trepidation.

Moore Howard gasped for air as he rolled his head and slowly adjusted his breathing.

He was the one who had been too mean to Delia Field, but it couldn’t be helped, he had to teach Delia Field a lesson.

Delia Field was afraid that she would be hated by Moore Howard, the tips of her fingers gripping her skirt pinched white.

“All I could think about was your wound, I was worried about you and had nightmares because of it, but I didn’t realize it would have such dire consequences, I’m sorry, forgive me okay?”

Moore Howard didn’t respond, didn’t even look at her.

Delia Field’s heart, which had been so hot that it boiled when she first arrived, was now cold to the soles of her feet.

She felt chilled, but she could only suffer in silence because she loved him so much.