Master Charlie Was Tricked By A Woman

Blanche Capra finished her phone call and felt horribly uncomfortable, but remembering that she hadn’t even washed her face yesterday, she fought the discomfort and went to the bathroom to take a shower. Remembering that Lorcan George had dried his clothes and put them back on after his shower yesterday, she thought that the man was quite self-conscious, and wouldn’t be like York Charlie, who always waved in front of her in a bathrobe or wrapped in a towel.

She thought dizzily, while dizzily showering, and then dizzily climbed back into bed to sleep. Oblivious to the fact that at this very moment, York Charlie was on his way to the set to settle a score with her.

York Charlie hadn’t slept a wink yesterday.

The thought of Blanche Capra always hiding something from him, always getting involved with someone else, always refusing to follow him, made his stomach hurt. How could she be so difficult to deal with when he rarely met a woman he liked? He and she have done the most intimate things, he has always been obedient to her, but why is she so unhelpful?

He wanted to ask her what she and Lorcan George were doing together. So he sped up the car and rushed towards the film set. But then, he suddenly got a phone call.

“Hello.”

“President, Miss Capra called in sick today, didn’t show up for work, don’t know what’s going on, said she’s sick.” The voice of SECRETARY Lean came from over there.

York Charlie frowned and hurriedly turned a corner in front of him, hanging up the phone without saying a word.

This woman, what the hell was she up to?

By the time York Charlie reached Blanche Capra’s door, it was half an hour later. He knocked on the door, no one answered, he called, no one answered. He then went straight to the door.

As a result, the door opened at once, and it wasn’t even locked.

York Charlie’s face changed slightly as he searched the house for Blanche Capra, first the empty living room, then directly to the bedroom with big strides, he pushed the door directly into the house.

The lifted heart let go at the sight of Blanche Capra lying on the bed, she was all wrapped up in the covers with only her head showing, her long hair was split into two sets and spread from side to side on the pillows, her brow was furrowed slightly, her eyes were tightly closed and her face was flushed.

York Charlie’s first reaction was to go and wake her up, he still had a bellyful of words he wanted to ask her. As it turned out, shouting several times didn’t help, she was still sleeping soundly.

He sat on the edge of the bed and stared at her for a while, and the more he looked, the more wrong he felt. Her face was getting redder and the breath she exhaled was hot. Suddenly remembering that SECRETARY Lean had said on the phone that she had called in sick, he hastily reached out to touch her forehead.

It was really hot.

Seeing her fever, York Charlie could not sit still. He first looked around her house for fever-reducing pills and a thermometer, but after a fruitless search, he went straight to the phone.

“Lean, send me some fever-reducing cold medicine to Blanche Capra’s house, all of it! Send it over right now immediately!”

SECRETARY Lean was there in a state of shock and then went off to get the medicine and hurry as fast as he could in his life, for the time being.

York Charlie again tried her forehead with his forehead and felt that it shouldn’t be a high fever. So he went to the bathroom and put warm water in the bathtub first, then went back to the bedroom to lift the quilt on her, wanting to pick her up.

The result was that as soon as the quilt was lifted, he froze, his eyes pausing on the not-so-unfamiliar naked and pretty body. This woman, sleeping without clothes?

He frowned, remembering the phone call that SECRETARY Lean had made to him early this morning.

“President, last night, the paparazzi caught Lorcan George entering Miss Capra’s home.”

He pressed on, and asked SECRETARY Lean to pay for the news to be broken.

York Charlie thought, “Lorcan George was in her house yesterday …

He bent down and scooped her up violently, his mind reeling: better that the two of them hadn’t done anything yesterday!

The bathroom was already filled with a haze of moisture and York Charlie gently lowered her into the tub and found another clean towel, ready to wipe her down.

Blanche Capra’s body is naturally excellent, exquisite, delicate fit, not like other models as thin and dry. York Charlie has long found that although she is tall, but her bone structure is fine, very good at hiding meat, touching soft and slippery to the touch.

Both times, he’d felt all of it as her body heated up, from top to bottom, head to toe. That originally white as jade snow skin was again slightly reddened like last time.

York Charlie’s hand movements were unceasing, occasionally touching her naked body, it was like rubbing out spark after spark, rubbing himself red. Under the haze of moisture, he misted over the red, tender lips and couldn’t help but stop all his movements before lowering his head to kiss them.

Blanche Capra’s lips seemed to be transformed into some delicious delicacy. No, they were like cherries drenched in rain and petals dripping with water, and what York Charlie tasted was soft and sweet, as if it could quench his thirst.

York Charlie kissed with great tenderness and care, and Blanche Capra was at first completely unconscious, then she seemed to feel something nibbling at her mouth, and she giggled, and went to nibble at him as well.

As if playing a game, York Charlie’s low, mellow laughter spills from his throat while Blanche Capra’s hands begin to fidget as if struggling to get up. York Charlie opens his eyes, not letting go of her mouth as he goes for her hands again. Blanche Capra’s eyes remain closed while tears suddenly slip from the corners of her eyes. She mumbles, “I don’t know what I’m talking about,” she says, “I don’t know what I’m talking about,” and then she giggles, “I don’t know what I’m talking about,” she says.

She murmured, “What, dreaming about you again, York?”

York Charlie didn’t know why she was crying, and the tone of her voice was very sour again, he heard his name, but she called him affectionately, “York.”

She never called him that, she called him “York Charlie” most of the time nonchalantly and a few times curtly, only when she was deliberately angry with Shireen Miller or his mother, she called him “York”. Only when he was deliberately trying to annoy Shireen Miller or his mother did he call him “York”. She didn’t know how much he loved it when she pronounced those two words; his heart melted when he heard them.

He was naturally delighted to hear her call him that in her dreams, but the tone of her voice and the tears made him wonder. What on earth was she thinking? Was she so in love with him?

Love but can’t? York Charlie suddenly froze, how could he have thought of those four words.

He obviously liked her that much, and she knew it all, so how could there be any love and not be able to be sour?

York Charlie was about to continue thinking about it, but Blanche Capra started muttering something again. He cupped his ear to hear clearly, just in time to hear her say, “You bad man! Give me back my …!”

My what? York Charlie couldn’t hear at all.

He wondered even more, was there anything he owed her that he hadn’t paid back?

York Charlie was puzzled and couldn’t help but go to her and ask, “Give you back what?” His voice was low, afraid he’d wake her up.

Blanche Capra, however, began to sob, her eyes closing softly as she shed large tears.

“Give me back my … little piggy …”

So that I won’t always go to you, so that I won’t fall in love with you … Blanche Capra, who was engrossed in her dream, thought this.

But she didn’t say it out loud, and York Charlie certainly wouldn’t know.

As soon as York Charlie heard the word “piggy”, his pupils contracted sharply and his lips pursed. He was lost in thought for a few moments, and when he looked back at Blanche Capra, she was quietly asleep again.

Blanche Capra, are you, or are you not, Brandi?