Master Charlie Was Tricked By A Woman

Blanche Capra proceeded on her original route to the hospital where York Charlie was.

She approached the hospital room with trepidation, worried that York Charlie still hadn’t woken up, but also afraid that he would have woken up long ago and she wouldn’t be the one to be by his side.

After all these thoughts, she felt that the most important thing was for him to get well soon.

Blanche Capra pushed open the door to the hospital room as a golden sunbeam shone in through the opposite window, landing on the mottled white tiles as if they were a cloth. Her eyes went to the right, where a slender man lay on the bed, his black, crushed hair hanging down over his eyes.

He was leaning in a sitting position.

A surge of surprise came over Blanche Capra, like fine light spilling over the lake of her heart, and all at once the chambers of her heart became bright and warm, and she walked quickly over to him, “York Charlie! you’re awake!”

The moment she shouted his name, her eyes reddened.

York Charlie’s deep black eyes were still unreadable underneath that matted hair, instead the faint shadows made his eyes even deeper and more indiscernible, Blanche Capra excitedly grabbed his hand that was on the quilt, the touch of that bandage made her shrink back again violently, she said a little chagrined, “Awww, it didn’t hurt you did it? Your hand …”

York Charlie’s jaw stays taut, his tone light, “Nothing.”

Blanche Capra then froze.

Why did she think, York Charlie was a little weird today? But after experiencing that incident with the collapse, Blanche Capra was even more worried about his body, and she settled down before saying, “Your hand …”

“My hand will be fine!” Blanche Capra hadn’t finished her sentence when York Charlie suddenly interrupted her angrily.

Blanche Capra was stunned again, so obvious that she couldn’t ignore it if she wanted to. But she had long been of that unconvincing nature, and seeing that he was inexplicably angry, her tone of voice at this time had little warmth, “What’s the matter with you?”

Blanche Capra had wondered if he’d been awake too long and she wasn’t there so he was angry? But she immediately dismissed that possibility, York Charlie wasn’t even that melodramatic!

She finished her question and waited for York Charlie to answer her, but he didn’t say a word.

The air just fell silent.

Blanche Capra was really puzzled, why was he suddenly like this to himself? She asked him and he didn’t say anything. But look at his current state, no longer like that high and mighty president, except for the body of the cold temperament has not changed, he is now a somehow angry big boy.

Blanche Capra thought of this, the heart and soft, she just could not help but speak, did not expect York Charlie but preempted the opening, “this period of time what have you gone?”

Blanche Capra didn’t know what to say.

That she’d been knocked out and taken captive by Moore Howard? Her relationship with Moore Howard wasn’t easy to talk about, so wouldn’t mentioning him in front of York Charlie make him even more suspicious? Then again, how would she explain how she got back? Even she was baffled, and even she thought it was likely that Moore Howard had let her come back on purpose.

On purpose? Blanche Capra’s eyes glazed over. Why would Moore Howard take the risk of locking himself up and then let her go on purpose? Was it just to catch her? How could it be?

Blanche Capra was still guessing and thinking, York Charlie had already taken in her not-so-subtle look, and in her contemplation Blanche Capra suddenly heard a soft laugh, but it was cold, and she heard York Charlie say, “Can’t tell? Or do you have something to hide from me?”

Blanche Capra’s heart skipped a beat, but her face tried to remain calm, “What do you mean?”

For the first time since Blanche Capra had entered the room, York Charlie looked at her as if he were looking at her squarely, his pupils gleaming with a little light as he asked, word for word, “What exactly is your relationship with Moore Howard?”

The words Blanche Capra least expected to hear finally came out of his mouth. Did he suspect her after all? But, but but it had only been one round trip for her, and the last time he’d been sober he’d been fighting for himself. How was it that the next time he was sober again he was asking such things of her?

What on earth had happened? Did someone say something to him? Or maybe …

She remembered that Moore Howard had somehow taken her captive and let her back.

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Blanche Capra seemed to understand something, and at the moment York Charlie was still staring at her for an instant, wanting an answer, but how could she answer? Tell the truth, or tell a lie? What would he think of her if she told the truth? But a lie? Again, she couldn’t say it.

Blanche Capra’s heart was so sour that it was hard to speak, and finally she squeezed out a sentence from her mouth, “York Charlie, do you believe me?”

York Charlie heard the words and instantly remembered when he had asked her the same thing, asking her, Do you believe me? He remembered now how he felt. There are a lot of things that can’t be explained, and even for specific parties, there is no need to explain, just a sentence of believe, or not believe, can explain everything.

But at this moment Blanche Capra asked him this, and although he could vaguely recognize the emotions in her words, those things were like a mountain across his eyes, so that he couldn’t ignore them, couldn’t overlook them. How he wanted to know everything she was hiding from him, even though … though he was sure she hadn’t done anything to wrong him, and, even if she had, he supposed he wouldn’t hesitate to forgive her.

He just needed a confession. Oh no, a confession of all confessions.

York Charlie’s silence made Blanche Capra’s heart even more sour and bitter, tormented and agonized. There was really no way for her to say what he wanted to know. Even if she could say it and then explain it later, those were the ones that couldn’t be explained at the moment in any way. How could she say it, how could she explain it?

Thinking of this, a weary thought came to Blanche Capra’s mind. If you can’t say it, then don’t say it, that way, you don’t have to go through the trouble of explaining anything. Since he didn’t even believe in himself, what reason was there for this relationship to continue? Sooner or later it would break, right?

Blanche Capra didn’t know how she could be so apathetic, there was a feeling of disillusionment, as she spoke even she felt that she was just too cold a person, that she was the one who was truly hard-hearted and desperate.

She laughed, “York Charlie, you see, we are now you do not believe me, I do not believe you, we now do not trust anyone. In that case, it’s just hurting each other if we keep on spending time, so why don’t we just leave it like this?”

York Charlie raised his eyes violently and looked at her incredulously.

Blanche Capra added, “York Charlie, don’t look at me like that, don’t you think that after all these years, the things that have come across between us have grown more and more? Again …”

Blanche Capra’s words suddenly disappeared.

Her eyes widened as she looked into the eyes that were so close that they were out of focus.

He kissed her, kissed her deeply. Forcing her mouth open in a predatory way that annihilated everything she wanted to say. He wasn’t gentle at all, every movement was aggression and punishment.