Master Charlie Was Tricked By A Woman

He said, “Blanche, you might as well quit the scene!” It was said in such a cloudy, matter-of-fact way, even as if he was making the decision for her.

Just now on the phone his tone was not good, Blanche Capra was a little upset, at this time heard him talk like this, even more fire, “Why? You’re just going to back out? I won’t return it!”

York Charlie expected that she wouldn’t agree easily, so he decided to adopt a tougher approach before coming here today. His tone is not good, partly because of this, partly also because, thinking of her stay in that circle tired like this she still have to stay until now … he is a little complaining about her, a little angry!

“Why don’t you back off?” York Charlie’s tone is even worse, his eyes are also dark and heavy, “How bitter and tired is being a model you know better than me, you are my girlfriend now, do you still want to work hard to earn that few dollars?”

Blanche Capra was about to laugh at his righteousness, “When did I ever admit that I am your girlfriend? I work my arse off? What kind of money do I make?”

Knowing that he was heartbroken that he was too tired, but hearing him say such words so disdainfully, she still felt very angry … And, what did he just say? Being his girlfriend means you don’t have to make money? That she could be denied everything she had?

York Charlie grabbed her hand, and his face sank even more, “Never admitted it? Not my girlfriend? Then what’s all that about?” He gave a mocking smile, “Mistress?”

Blanche Capra wanted to shake him off but couldn’t, why did he treat himself like this when he hadn’t seen or contacted him for so long, not a single phone call, not a single text message?

This tough, this dismissive, this mocking?

York Charlie saw that she didn’t say anything, while restraining her hand, he was still stimulating her with words, “Since you are a mistress, then you should be a good mistress, don’t make some lace news all day long, affecting my reputation, making it difficult for me, and having to deal with it for you!”

Blanche Capra knew that he was deliberately angry with himself, and she was aggrieved and angry, “York Charlie! Have I forced you? Did I force you to beg and plead to be your mistress? Did I force you to help me with those things? No!!!”

She glared at him and smiled coldly, “You did it willingly!”

York Charlie heard her say this, as if he was asking for it, he was sad and tormented, he was thinking about her until all night, he was busy for her, and it was all his willingness? Is he asking for it? Did he do it to himself?

He’s the one with the best intentions!

York Charlie cursed angrily in his heart, turned around and threw open the door to leave!

York Charlie was gone, but Blanche Capra stood in the same place for a long time.

Why, she was so angry that she didn’t want to see him, but when he left without looking back, she was even more angry. Blanche Capra wanted to walk towards the house in a daze, but because of standing for a long time, her legs were numb and suddenly fell towards the coffee table, and in the panic, she touched out a porcelain cup, because the force was too big and flew too far and broke it in seven or seven pieces.

Blanche Capra looked at his own lousy posture, and that was thrown out of the broken cups, the heart of the anger again, simply a whole set of cups on the coffee table are pushed, broken impact sound popping up.

The set of porcelain cups sketched with white snow and red plums just like that scattered and broken on the floor, the blooming vivid red plums like splashing on the floor of bright red blood, Blanche Capra just feel in the eyes is very harsh, she sat on the floor and hugged her knees and sobbed lowly.

Blanche Capra knew that she couldn’t help it again. Who let this vulnerability be her nature? If she had been stronger, braver, or more honest, she might not have been so hurtful.

Blanche Capra picked up her mobile phone and saw that it was Moore Howard.

Blanche Capra’s first reaction was to feel apprehensive, afraid of what he might want from her again, but picked up the phone anyway.

“Hello?”

“I’m at the CORNER CAFE, come meet me.” Moore Howard said tersely.

Blanche Capra was even more apprehensive, “Now?”

Moore Howard chuckled softly, “What? You got something going on? It’s not a date with York Charlie, is it?”

“Of course not, I’ll be right there.”

Blanche Capra hung up the phone, changed her clothes, put on some casual make-up, and immediately left the house. She was jittery; she felt guilty for what she did to York Charlie last time, and, in the meantime, she had no desire to get back at him instantly. Then again, she didn’t know what kind of grudge Moore Howard had against York Charlie that he had to get at him by using her.

Regardless, contact with Moore Howard was necessary to maintain.

Moore Howard saw that Blanche Capra came really quickly, her face was as calm as ever, calling out to people, but only he knew that she was not at all calm when facing him.

“This time, I want you to officially agree to be with York Charlie.” He got right to the point.

Blanche Capra didn’t know what he had in store for her again, but this wasn’t even necessary for her; she had never admitted to being his girlfriend, and didn’t he still treat her like one as a matter of course?

But of course Blanche Capra wouldn’t tell him that, she just asked, “Why?”

Moore Howard smiled softly, “Don’t you think it’s been too slow? There’s obviously a faster, more direct way? Do you want to drag this out, make it so hard on yourself that you can never get your revenge?”

Blanche Capra asked him with a shock in her heart but a quizzical face, “What do you want me to do?”

Moore Howard lifted his mug and took a sip of coffee, “I want you to drug him, just like that, unknowingly take his life, make him …” He trailed off and finally spat out one word harshly, “die. ”

Blanche Capra’s heart crashed so hard that she slowly dropped her eyes and stirred her cup of black coffee down.

Moore Howard said, “You really … are in love with him, aren t you? What, don’t you want to give it up?”

“I’ll think about it,” Blanche Capra said, suddenly looking up at him, “Give me some time to think about it.”

Moore Howard leaned back slowly, leaning back on the couch, his eyes fixed dangerously on her, “There’s something I’ve said I don’t know how many times, but you don’t seem to take it to heart …”© 2024 Nôv/el/Dram/a.Org.

He smiled meaningfully again, “Brandi … what can I do when you don’t listen like that?”

Blanche Capra’s heart clenched, what was he going to do? What was he going to say?

But the next moment, all that was heard from him was, as if inexorably, “I shall have to, then, take the trouble to remind you.” He stood up and prepared to leave, then leaned down again to brace his hands on the tabletop, his gulping breath pressing in on her, and said to her, “Don’t worry, I’ll take pleasure in reminding you every now and then–your name, your past, your hatred.”

Blanche Capra’s eyes flickered slightly, and a chill spread through her heart.

Such a reminder was, to her, a naked use and threat!

What, exactly, was he going to do?