Master Charlie Was Tricked By A Woman

Lorcan George was not the last to go.

Just after York Charlie drove off with Blanche Capra, he headed out the door without regard for the eyes of those present. Shireen Miller saw him and thought he was going after them and called after him, “Lorcan George! Capra back?”

He stopped but didn’t turn around, the woman was just too annoying.

Shireen Miller, seeing him holding his head to himself and looking like he doesn’t want to talk to her, gets angry and goes up to grab his arm, which he shakes off with disgusting force.

Shireen Miller says, “Lorcan George! Let’s work together, okay? You want Blanche Capra, I want York Charlie, we should be on the same side, we have common interests!”

He frowned as Shireen Miller was still talking, “As long as … as we break them up, we have a chance don’t we?”

Lorcan George turned back slowly, and Shireen Miller, thinking he’d heard him, picked up again, her face red with excitement, “Well? If Blanche Capra can’t be with York Charlie, then the person standing with her, is you!”

Lorcan George looked at her, inexplicably remembering the day she stood in her house, a thought flashed through his mind, but it was too fast for him to catch. His eyes sharpened instantly, frightening Shireen Miller so much that she subconsciously took a step back.

He stared at her dangerously, “Be warned, don’t think I’m like you, and don’t do anything to her that you shouldn’t.”

He just said a “she” and didn’t name who it was, but at this moment, how could Shireen Miller not understand? She smiled miserably, as if the expression was meant for the man she loved, York Charlie, and not for the irrelevant Lorcan George.

She asked again, “Do you like her that much?” It seemed as if the question was also for York Charlie, not him, Lorcan George, because the way she looked now, it was really sad.

Lorcan George had a cold face, “None of your business, mind your own business.”

None of your business, it’s my business if I like her.

Mind your own business and don’t do anything to her that you shouldn’t.

Shireen Miller didn’t know Lorcan George very well, but at the moment, she actually understood everything he was saying.

Shireen Miller walked back to Mrs. Casey with a shrivelled face.

Mrs. Casey seemed to open her mouth to ask something, which Lorcan George didn’t bother to listen to, and then Shireen Miller’s shriek was heard.

Heh … York Charlie pissed his mum off. Lorcan George thought with some gloating.

He resumed his stride, ignoring the noise and chaos behind him, because here, no one had the least bit to do with him.

Except her.

And yet she wanted to be cut off from herself.

Lorcan George’s heart ached again, and he threw himself out of his car and went to a nearby pub, trying to get drunk. When he’d had enough to numb the pain in his heart a little, he still had to go to her.

He couldn’t give up, he’d die if he did.

Time passed unhurriedly, the night gradually came up, and the rain that had been falling for so long stopped.

Blanche Capra crouched in the phone booth, and when she finally looked up, a patchwork of city lights stretched from the distance. She stood up slowly and leaned against the glass wall for a few moments, waiting for her stiff, numb legs to gradually regain consciousness before she pushed the door open and walked out.

“little sweetheart?!”

She thought she heard Lorcan George calling her, but why was he here?

Blanche Capra turned to look as Lorcan George stumbled towards her, even in the night she could see that he was red in the face, his chest was wet and he looked a mess.

“What are you doing here?” Blanche Capra didn’t hide her surprise.

Lorcan George was also in disbelief.

He had stayed in the pub until dark, had poured himself many drinks and was nearly as drunk as a man could be, but was still able to walk and recognise which direction was Little Sweetheart’s home.

He stumbled and staggered all the way there that way.

Then he saw a person standing in a phone booth not far away, how much that person’s figure looked like the one he had been thinking about for so long, and when he got closer and closer, that person came out of the phone booth as well.

Then he saw her raise her head, and the light reflected on her face, and he really got a good look at her.

He then called out to her incredulously.

“Why are you here alone?” Lorcan George asked.

Shouldn’t she be at home, or with York Charlie?

Lorcan George’s chest tingled again at the thought, but he tried his best to ignore the discomfort, and tried again to maintain what little sobriety he had left from his drunken stupor, and said, natch, “Did, did someone bully you?”

He didn’t want to bring up that person’s name right now; he really wished he could just get between him and her without him.

Blanche Capra didn’t know how to answer when she heard him ask that.

She knew that she was no better now, her eyes were swollen and her clothes were wet.

She shook her head and did not speak.

Lorcan George, however, thought she looked stoic and pitiful; he had never seen her cry before. In his heart, he both pitied her and was a little angry, and he couldn’t help but grab her hand, “You’re having a hard time aren’t you? Then, why don’t you come to my side?”

His voice gradually lowered, “You know, I have always liked you very much, I … how can I let you suffer a little bit?”

He lowered his voice, with heartache and pleading in his eyes, and couldn’t help but reach out his hand to hug her, gently, as if caring for some rare treasure, fearing that using more than one ounce of strength would make her hurt.

Blanche Capra did not push him away.

What Lorcan George had just said really spoke to her heart, and she was really touched by it.

Yes, she stayed beside him is very bad, while sinking and enjoying at the same time afraid, afraid that she will repeat the same mistake. Lorcan George said that he does not want to let her suffer a little bit.

She couldn’t help but wonder, in this world, is there really such an unfailing love?

York Charlie … How could he not have?

The two hugged each other with their own thoughts.

What was going on in their heads, York Charlie of course had no idea. He was sitting in the car, watching them from a distance through the window. Lorcan George hugged Blanche Capra, who stood still, not hugging each other back, but not pushing back or struggling either. The orange streetlight stood to the side, shining quietly, and the red English-style telephone booth also became the background.

This scene made York Charlie close his eyes tightly.

He had left the Blanche Capra halfway down the road in a fit of pique, and regretted it almost as soon as the car started. But he held back and waited until he realized it was raining, and he was still ruthless enough not to turn back to her immediately.

As a result, the rain got heavier and heavier.

York Charlie turned back at once, but until he drove past the part of the road where he had dropped her off, and drove on for a while, he never saw her. Then he drove round and round the place almost to and fro, but in no way could he find her.