Master Charlie Was Tricked By A Woman

He even went to her house.

Perhaps things in the world are so coincidental that Lorcan George and Blanche Capra could just happen to meet, while York Charlie, shaded by the maple tree and Blanche Capra hiding in the telephone booth, was just that coincidental in not seeing her anyway.

Maybe it was just a coincidence, right?

And that’s when York Charlie happened to see Lorcan George holding Blanche Capra in his arms.

He couldn’t stay any longer and drove off again.

And little did he know that the misadventures would continue: as soon as he left, Blanche Capra pushed Lorcan George away again.

Blanche Capra was finally pushing him away.

Lorcan George was lost in his heart, but he didn’t force himself on her again for fear of incurring her resentment; he was content to hold her so quietly for a while just now.

But Blanche Capra didn’t give him time to look back.

She asked him, “Lorcan, do you know what I was thinking just now, being held by you?”

Lorcan George doesn’t understand what she’s about to say.

“Just being held by you, all I could think about was another person …,” she sneered.

Blanche Capra was mocking herself, but Lorcan George didn’t know that, he thought she was mocking him.

“You stop it!” Lorcan George interrupted her.

Blanche Capra shook her head, “Lorcan, listen to me, you’re holding me and all I can think of is him.”

Clear and precise as if she was afraid he wouldn’t understand.

Lorcan George was all boozy and red and smoky and couldn’t even disguise how grey and miserable he was.

The two men stood face to face for a long time without speaking. Until a green taxi drove up and Blanche Capra went up to stop it. “You’re drunk, go home first.”

Lorcan George refused.

Blanche Capra opened the back seat door and pulled him hard, pushing him into the car. A warm draft hit the car and the drunkenness in Lorcan George’s body rose like a tidal wave, making his brain dizzy.

He fell into the car anyway, but one hand clung to Blanche Capra and wouldn’t let go.

Blanche Capra couldn’t pull away.

The driver was urging, “Come on, beautiful, why don’t you just come up with me? Your boyfriend is so drunk, he won’t let you go, and if he gets drunk later, I’ll have to make a few more trips!”

Blanche Capra had no choice but to follow and get into the car.

“Address.”

Blanche Capra wanted to give Lorcan George’s home address, but it had been so long since she’d been to his house that she couldn’t quite remember it. So she went to ask Lorcan George, who was already unconscious from the warmth of the car.

Couldn’t ask half the time, just mumbled, “There’s no way I’m letting you go.”

Blanche Capra’s face went a little dry, and the paranoid driver came rushing back.

“Where the hell are you going?”

Blanche Capra had to give her home address.

When the car was delivered to her house, Blanche Capra dragged Lorcan George out, saw the driver’s ambiguous eyes, and suddenly remembered something very important.

“He’s not my boyfriend.” She explained coldly.

Blanche Capra walked away holding Lorcan George’s arm after saying this. Only she didn’t realise that several paparazzi had been staking out her house for a long time until now, finally giving them what they wanted to film.

Only that the male lead had been changed to Lorcan George, it was really an unexpected harvest, and it was worth most of this day’s squatting.

Between this luxury family and the entertainment industry, the emotional entanglement is so wonderful that it can be written a feature ah …

The paparazzi were satisfied and left with their cameras.

While the paparazzi are satisfied, Blanche Capra is here, exhausted and angry.

Because Lorcan George came in and threw up all over her new wool carpet.

Blanche Capra didn’t know where to take her anger, so she rolled up the carpet and threw it in the corner, and then got a rag and wiped the rest of the room.

Not only did she ruin her carpet, but it splattered all over the place.

Lorcan George, who had started it all, was lying on all fours on the floor.

Blanche Capra dragged him straight to his feet, “smelling of booze and his clothes are dirty, hurry up and take a shower.”

The drunken Lorcan George seemed to get bold, he let her pull him up, but half-kneeled on the floor and looked up at her, “little sweetheart, would it be all right if I asked you to marry me?”

Blanche Capra knew he was drunk out of his mind, “What nonsense? Get up!”

Who knows how hard she can’t pull him anymore.

“little sweetheart, I’m going to ask you a question, will you answer me honestly?” He was still kneeling on the ground with his face tilted up, his eyes were sincere with a bit of innocence, like a child.

She couldn’t help but nod her head.

“Why don’t you like me?” What a spot-on question.

Blanche Capra froze, not expecting him to ask that; she’d asked herself why, but couldn’t find the answer for a moment. Everyone else’s childhood sweethearts ended up together, but childhood sweethearts didn’t work when it came to her and Lorcan George.

“I don’t know.” She replied.

Lorcan George pressed, “How can you not know?!”

Blanche Capra thought for a moment and asked him back, “Then why do you like me?”

Lorcan George looks at her and blurts out, “Because …” because, because halfway through, and then can’t say it again.

Blanche Capra then laughed, “You see you can’t say it either can you?”

Lorcan George thought about it, why would he like her? Because she was always the one he saw in his eyes? Because she was nice? But exactly what is good and can not say, it seems that in his heart, she cursed and fought are good …

He was not willing to bear the pain and asked another question, “Then why do you … like … York Charlie?”

Blanche Capra’s expression froze, her memory instantly tracing back to the day she first met.

She frowned slightly, how did she fall in love?

At that time, everyone was a tender young boy or girl, and York Charlie just had a different kind of aura, mature and deep, like his deep black, unfathomable eyes. That is, later and he got along with him for a long time, every time I thought I understood him, probed his bottom, and finally found that it was just an illusion.

He was really mysterious.

At that time, although York Charlie also looks like rejecting others, but at that time, it was more because of that maturity and wisdom to pull apart the distance between him and others, as for the identity and family, he has always been not put in the eye.

But now, his body is far away from a kind of cold temperament, as well as powerful to make people dare not easily approach the aura. His emotions, too, were hidden deeper and deeper, and even his wisdom had turned into darkness.

He was actually far less cloudy than before.

Lorcan George saw Blanche Capra locking her brow in thought for a long, long time, and kind of regretted that he had asked the question. The two were supposed to be talking about what they thought of each other, just the two of them, but he was told to be nice and drag another person in to keep her thinking about him.

Lorcan George was just about to open his mouth to interrupt her thoughts when Blanche Capra took it upon herself to speak up and answer.

Answer the question that had been on her mind for so long.

She said, sigh-like, “Perhaps it is all fate!”