Master Charlie Was Tricked By A Woman

Blanche Capra was forcefully carried by York Charlie to the hotel and got a room.

Blanche Capra couldn’t tell what she was feeling, angry and sad and embarrassed. Along the way, from the lady at the front desk to the passersby she bumped into, she felt like she was going to lose her face. But the person who did the robber-like thing was so calm and relaxed that people automatically “gave way” for them just by looking at his looks!

Blanche Capra was thrown straight into bed.

Blanche Capra could not have imagined that he would be so angry that he would want to do that to her right away. Seeing York Charlie’s cold face and about to press up, Blanche Capra panicked and stopped him, “I want to take a shower!”

York Charlie’s most common expression today was a sneer, she had seen it too many times and found it creepy, now it was even more crisis-inducing. He spoke with that sneer, “Don’t expect me to let you go today, you hook up with other men every day and you won’t allow me to touch you anymore?”

Blanche Capra didn’t expect him to say such heartbreaking words, and her heart burned with anger, she jumped up from the bed and yanked York Charlie by the collar, glaring at him, “York Charlie! Who hooked up! And,” she sneered back, “I won’t let you touch me? You have the nerve to say that? Where did you not touch me? Just now, you didn’t touch me when you carried me up? This, this, this,” she gestured around herself in exasperation, “you touched them all!”

York Charlie was momentarily stunned by her flurry of movements.

Blanche Capra was still standing on the bed with her chest heaving with anger, York Charlie’s eyes swept over it and back to her furiously red face, his eyes narrowing dangerously, “Are you sure I touched all of it?”

Blanche Capra was even more furious that his attitude hadn’t actually softened one iota, “And you won’t admit it!”

York Charlie suddenly laughed, “I’m not denying it,” his low voice pressed closer and closer until his breath swept over her ear, “I just don’t think … it’s enough!”

As soon as the words were out of her mouth, Blanche Capra fell back onto the bed with a hard tug from him, his strength was too great for her to resist, and before her body could rise again, his body pressed up against her.

This time, it was completely and utterly restrained by him.

Blanche Capra went to look at him, and before her eyes had a chance to focus, his face was rapidly approaching, and before her breath was steady, another rushed in, and her disorder, and his urgency, were instantly intertwined.

Blanche Capra had not expected the lust which accompanied the fury to come so violently, and render her almost defenceless. When she first began to struggle, he gagged her straight away, leaving her breathless, her arms and legs less able to move, and her brain dizzy.

He also had too much lung capacity and just kept kissing her until she was weak and her arms and legs were weak. She tried to keep a shred of consciousness and tried to push him away, but her little strength was useless against his pressure. Her hands, were imprisoned by his hands, and her legs, were again pressed by his legs in a deadly manner.

By the end of the day, she was finally dazed and confused. She felt her hands released from his grasp and the pressure on her body lightened, but this was a good time to escape she didn’t have the brains for it, nor did she have the strength left.

He was starting to light a fire in her again.

Blanche Capra’s eyes were half-open, the orange light of the bedside lamp spreading in her afterglow. A cold early winter rain was falling outside the glass window, and he and she were pressed together as if they were warming each other.

Blanche Capra was so hot and tired from this warmth that she gradually closed her eyes.

“Brandi …” a low murmur but jolted her awake and those eyes reopened, accompanied by a tear slipping quickly from the corner of her eye onto the pillow.

Brandi … Brandi … Why does he still remember her?

Could it be that like her, he often couldn’t distinguish between the past and reality?

But the past can’t go back anymore!

As Blanche Capra thought of this, her body seemed to explode with potential, and along with that growl in her mind, she pushed away the unsuspecting York Charlie.

York Charlie instantly fell to a sitting position, as if waking up from a dream.

Blanche Capra let out a soft laugh, “Can’t tell the difference?”

Her words were a question to him as well as to herself, two people who were equally unable to distinguish between the past and reality.

But in the ears of York Charlie, who had no idea, it became Blanche Capra’s pain and mockery: you still can’t tell if it’s me, or Brandi?

York Charlie eyes all the emotions scattered, become dark and gloomy, his low voice rang, “I’m sorry, I …”

Blanche Capra, still smiling, asks him, “Sorry? What else are you going to say? Is it to say, I’m sorry, you didn’t mean it?” She bursts out laughing, “That’s pretty funny!”

York Charlie looks apologetic and tries to hug her, one hand just reaching out when she slaps it away with one hand.

“Don’t touch me! Anyway, you said that people like me have too much of a messy private life,” Blanche Capra cried as she remembered how cold and unfeeling he had been during the day, her heart aching and crying, “How dare you touch someone like me who has such a messy private life?”Published by Nôv'elD/rama.Org.

York Charlie hadn’t expected her to say that, didn’t she realise it was him being angry? Couldn’t she see that he was angry that she was too good for Lorcan George?

Not only would she not be jealous of him, she couldn’t even see that he was jealous of her! And had to stab him with the sharp edge of her words still like this!

York Charlie’s inner workings almost never showed, so Blanche Capra just saw the guilt on his face turn back to the familiar anger after she had said that, and there was … actually that hint of heartache in his eyes.

Was she looking at it wrong?

Just as Blanche Capra froze, York Charlie suddenly lunged and took another bite on her bare shoulder, in the same spot as last time.

Blanche Capra cringed in pain, and just as she tried to push him away, he backed away on his own, then quickly got out of bed, dressed even more quickly, and flung the door open.

Blanche Capra’s tightly wound emotions all of a sudden poured out as if a floodgate had opened, turning into tears.

Blanche Capra cried as she wrapped herself in the quilt, but she couldn’t keep it warm, and the heat of her body was even dissipating.

She didn’t know if she was shivering from crying or from the cold.

Blanche Capra was so confused that before she fell asleep, she was still thinking, this winter, it is too cold, in the future, she must hold the warm water bag to sleep, so that even if that bastard York Charlie treats her like this again, she won’t feel cold!

The next day Blanche Capra slept straight through until noon.

Blanche Capra opened her eyes to find that it was a new day, and she felt that she still had to get a job. Having no income was a nuisance, and having nothing to do all day was a pain.

Then, as expected, no matter how much she looked, the job still wouldn’t amount to a single one.

It seems that without relying on others, without relying on York Charlie, she really can’t do anything by herself!

Blanche Capra thought that the old saying, “It never rains but it pours,” was true, and just when she was dying of boredom, Moore Howard appeared in front of her eyes again.