Master Charlie Was Tricked By A Woman

Blanche Capra’s clear eyes flashed once she saw it was York Charlie, and she immediately reached out to take his hand.

York Charlie pulled her up from the ground and looked at her with an expressionless face, “I’ll leave if there’s nothing else.”

He turned around mercilessly , pretending that he didn’t want anything to do with Blanche Capra at all, yet his heart was uncontrollable and was secretly expecting her to be more positive.

If he wouldn’t turn around, then she should have caught up with him.

Blanche Capra did, and she gasped as she followed, the cold wind pouring into her throat like icy needles in her throat.

“York, wait for me, I need to talk to you.”

Only after she repeated it two or three times in a row did York Charlie stop, he turned back and looked at her with a look of impatience, “Ms. Blanche Capra, do I still have a relationship with you? Who are you to pester me?”

If he really wanted to keep pestering her like this, then the point of him breaking his contract in the first place under pressure would no longer exist.

Probably used to being vilified by him more often than not, Blanche Capra still had a thick skin and squeezed a smile out of her frozen face, “It’s not a work thing.”

“If it’s life, then there’s even less to say between us.”

“Wait, I didn’t come here today to talk to you about what happened before,” Blanche Capra grabbed his hand as she prayed to him once more, “I’m begging you, just listen to me, okay?”

York Charlie did not respond, only his breathing became a little heavier, and his look was tinged with impatience, a sort of acquiescence.

Blanche Capra seized the opportunity to speak to him from the heart, “Isn’t it your birthday? I wanted to stop by and say happy birthday.”

How did she know his birthday?

And by the look of Blanche Capra’s frozen face, she should have stood guard at the door for a long time just to come and say this happy birthday to him.

Was she stupid?

York Charlie couldn’t say how hard it was to feel inside, not feeling touched by her well wishes.

“Did you wait here that long just for that?”

Blanche Capra froze for a moment; she didn’t understand why York Charlie’s tone had grown even more impatient.

Did he hate her that much?

“It wasn’t that long, it was just the five o’clock hour, I thought you’d be off on time, I didn’t realize it was so late, hard work.” Blanche Capra suddenly remembered something when she finished speaking and pulled out a gift box from her bag, “I almost forgot I had this.”

“What’s this?” York Charlie frowned, not intending to take it.

Blanche Capra looked at him sincerely, “Your birthday present.”

She’d been looking for a long time, he had everything, she didn’t know what to get.

After thinking about it, she figured she’d just find something that would always be there for him.

That was a little bit of her hope.

York Charlie hesitated before accepting the gift, which he opened in front of Blanche Capra-a black fountain pen, a limited edition customized model from a name brand, judging by the shine and the logo on the cap.

Blanche Capra had been preparing it last month, she’d had it bought back in England – customized especially for York Charlie.

“I know you don’t have a shortage of these if you want to buy them, but when I thought about it, the only thing that could replace me with you would be a fountain pen, and I want you to think of me as you go about your day at the office.” It was Blanche Capra’s selfishness, and she did not begrudge him telling him so directly.

York Charlie didn’t know whether to be angry or to laugh.

He avoided contact with her as much as possible now that he was on the verge of becoming an enemy at the mall, and for her to give him this was a mockery.

He wanted to shove the gift back into her hands, but the sight of Blanche Capra’s sparkling eyes, her expectant gaze, unreservedly showed him how much she adored him.

He couldn’t bear it.

Still, he accepted the gift.

Suddenly unsure of what expression to use with her, York Charlie turned, “Now that you’ve said what you wanted to say, you can let me go.”

If he didn’t leave again, he didn’t know if he would follow his instincts or do something out of character in order to curb his sensibilities.

Blanche Capra pulled him back once more, just twisting the corner of his coat between her thumb and forefinger.

“Can you stay with me a little longer, if you can? Just a little while.”

She’d waited here so long to just talk to him and then it was over, and Blanche Capra just wasn’t happy about it; he had no idea how much she’d missed him in the days apart.

She spoke so pathetically that York Charlie couldn’t bear to shake her off.

But still, he had to suppress the inexplicable restlessness inside him at the thought of Delia Field still waiting for him at home.

So York Charlie shook off Blanche Capra’s hand and wasted no time in badgering her, “Why should I cooperate with you? You can’t have forgotten about the recent bidding session.”

The bidding meeting the Charlie Group was at, which would make him and Blanche Capra the equivalent of enemies in the mall.

How could they come together if they were enemies.

York Charlie thought so, but a flash of thought in his mind made him change his words, “Forget it, I can’t argue with you, instead of blowing cold wind here, why don’t we just go eat together, I’m hungry anyway.”

The change in his attitude was so rapid that Blanche Capra didn’t react for the first half of the old day.

“You mean … to have dinner with me?” Blanche Capra pointed to herself; she couldn’t believe that she had actually gotten so lucky.

She had planned on going home disappointed.

Guess she hadn’t waited in vain today.

York Charlie’s heart suddenly pricked at the sight of her smiling like a happy child and he subconsciously avoided her eyes, “If you don’t want to, forget I said anything.”

“No, no, no, I’d love to,” Blanche Capra hurriedly hooked her arm around his, “Let’s go.”

“My car is right here, you get in first.” York Charlie jerked her hand away.

He should have been subdued, but now he was the one who was at a loss for words.

He didn’t even understand what he was thinking anymore.

All the way to the car, Blanche Capra was as lively as a little child, but noisy, too.

She told him about when she was a child-her father had been suddenly taken very ill in the winter, when her mother was away, and it was she who had been at his side to look after him.

She talked about a lot of things besides that.

Including things from that time with him, except Blanche Capra didn’t name names.

That was back when she was still called Brandi, but it was still fresh in her mind.This content © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.

York Charlie should have interrupted her to get her to stop talking about something else, but when he caught a glimpse of her out of the corner of his eye-she was beaming, just because he’d asked her to dinner.

Just a little handout and she was already so happy.

How humble she really was.

Was it hard for her not to be the least bit wary of him as an enemy? You know that he was inviting her to dinner with the purpose of finding out the Charlie Group’s base price for the bidding session.

And she hadn’t even noticed?

Or was Blanche Capra just pretending not to realize it?

She simply wanted to be with him now, and more time would be happiness for her.

The closer the car got to its destination, the heavier York Charlie’s heart grew, and with that heaviness came the sting of her smile.