Master Charlie Was Tricked By A Woman

On the following day, the early sun rose, and the morning sun drilled into the room through the gaps in the goose-colored curtains.

With the passage of time, it illuminated a bright room, and the warm and melting hues of colors spread all over the room, creating a warm atmosphere for no reason.

Only Ilya, those eyes she never closed tightly, a heart fell into the bottom of the abyss, as if never to climb up.

Eyes dead silence general colorless, the bottom of the heart a heavenly war.

At that time, the man beside her has hidden omens of waking up, she sensitively felt the side of the quilt is slightly moving, should be Francesca Jones will soon wake up.

Subconsciously, she instantly reflexively closed her eyes, make a sleeping appearance, she has not thought about how to face this situation, can only choose to temporarily escape.

Can only say, women in the face of love is no different from a fool.

There are some things clearly see clearly, Francesca Jones does not love her at all, but she can not willingly and freely let go, but also want to delay time.

It’s not for the brave.

When Francesca Jones came to her senses, her eyes were already clear, and her body was majestic and strong.

When his head was slightly tilted to the right, the scene in front of him was a big jump that scared him, making him sit up from the bed with a bounce.

How … how could this be …

He felt like he was having a dream, a beautiful dream that belonged to him and Blanche Capra, making it difficult to escape.

Even in his waking moments, he was still addicted to it.

The reality, however, was actually that he thought of Ilya as Blanche Capra.

Some things can quickly be figured out just by putting yourself out of the picture, why he was so out of control yesterday and why Ilya was in his room.

Ilya, she drugged herself and wanted to have passionate sex with him …

Honestly, Ilya wasn’t to blame for this, he was to blame for not even having that much self-control.

Francesca Jones was a responsible person, he would never run away from what he had done, he would take that responsibility for Ilya.

“Ilya, I’m sorry.” Whispering the words softly, he etched a kiss on Ilya’s forehead, a peck as light as a dragonfly’s, the apology evident.

He got out of bed, washed and dressed, and then made a Chinese breakfast for Ilya, leaving a note on the bedside.This content is © NôvelDrama.Org.

On it was his handwriting: Ilya, I’m sorry for last night, but I’ll be responsible for you, I’ll take good care of you and love you. From this day forward, you are the only woman for me, Francesca Jones. I’ve made breakfast. Remember to eat when you get up.

There was also a big smiley face drawn at the end.

Originally Ilya was just pretending to sleep, but unexpectedly after the other party kissed herself in turn really fell asleep.

The fatigue from the night’s sleeplessness bounced back in this moment, and she fell into a deep sleep without even knowing when she fell asleep.

This sleep lasted until the afternoon, and when she woke up the table breakfast was already cold.

But she saw the note, and even as the cold breakfast went down her stomach, it was a warm, melting mass.

Her heart fluttered with the slightest bit of sweetness, no matter why, as long as she was still with Francesca Jones, it didn’t matter to her what the cause of it was.

She believed that time could change things.

One day, Francesca Jones would truly love herself for who she was and forget about her cousin’s wife.

Last night’s incident, she would just take it as the two of them were in love, there was no need to look deeper into it, so as not to cause her cousin’s wife’s family to have no peace as well as wreak havoc on herself.

On the other hand, Francesca Jones, who works in the family company, is not in the right frame of mind. He feels that he will soon have to say goodbye to his single life and marry a woman he doesn’t love to end his life.

Ilya is a woman he chose to start a relationship with for Blanche Capra’s sake and to escape the deep feelings he has in his heart for Blanche Capra.

Unexpectedly, it has come to the point where it is now out of control.

As for what will happen in the future, one can only take one step at a time, the current priority is to finalize their marriage with Ilya’s family.

He wasn’t the kind of prodigal son, he would take responsibility for everything he did.

Since he couldn’t marry Blanche Capra, it would be a consolation to pick someone who was related to her to be with.

At the moment he had not the slightest idea of how much trouble his thoughts at the moment would sow for him to the point where he would eventually regret it.

Time passed quickly, and soon it was the day that Blanche Capra and Moren Howard had agreed to meet.

Blanche Capra was dressed formally, in a neat professional outfit that complimented her slim figure.

Even after having a child, she still looked stunning and beautiful, and was still a sight to behold.

Perhaps it is also the temperament of her body that is different from ordinary women, as well as the connotation that she has in herself.

When she pushed the door open, she was shocked to see Moore Howard’s face in front of her.

She blurted out, “Moore Howard, aren’t you dead? How are you still alive? What do you want?”

Three questions in a row, Moren Howard pretended to be in a state of confusion, “This lady, are you recognizing the wrong person?”

The assistant beside him, however, introduced in time at this moment, “President Howard, this is Blanche Capra, President Capra, and our partner this time.”

Moren Howard acted as if he had come to a realization, walking up to her and extending his hand in a gesture of friendship, smiling warmly, “Hello, I’m Moren Howard, President Capra well.”

At that, Blanche Capra’s eyes widened in shock.

Moren Howard… wasn’t actually Moore Howard?

Mental doubts ensued, who was this person? What is the purpose of working with her? What relationship existed between him and Moore Howard.

She was not shocked by the scene and fled, but quickly cleaned up her emotions and shook hands with people before taking a seat to talk.

Moore Howard was the man she watched die, and there was no way he could come back to life.

The two had a series of conversations about working together, and on the surface it seemed as if there were no problems at all, but she had her doubts.

When it came time to finalize the contract, she put it on hold under the pretext that she had to discuss it with York Charlie before signing it.

Moren Howard, anticipating her sudden decision, was quite calm and didn’t show a hint of displeasure.

On the contrary, he courteously sent off his guests, to which Blanche Capra’s opinion of this cool Moore Howard has changed a bit, and her inner defense from twelve points at least one point has also been removed.

Watching Blanche Capra’s back as she left, Moren Howard still smiled, the kind of smile that borders on triumph, knowing that he was one step closer to his goal.

The first thing Blanche Capra did after she left was to call York Charlie and tell him about this “strange” event.

York Charlie listened patiently to the story and then reassured his wife.

“Don’t panic, we’ll talk about it at home, I’m here for you.” These words gave Blanche Capra a sense of reassurance.

After four years of being a housewife, she was now a small woman who relied on York Charlie.

York Charlie seemed to be the backbone of her entire life, and although she could still manage without him, she didn’t want to go back to those days.

Under the driver’s control, the car drove smoothly in the direction of the Charlie family’s villa, and outside the window was a world of lights.

She was returning home under the stars and moonlight, and her heart was gradually calming down to the fact that the love of her life was waiting for her in the distance.

As long as the thought of this, she has nothing to be confused.