Master Charlie Was Tricked By A Woman

He looked at it, and Shireen Miller’s name lit up the screen.

Then, ignored it. Continuing into the phone again, he said, “SECRETARY Lean, you’re going to run one more errand for me.” At that moment, there was some movement in the room, and another, “Clothes, send them over immediately.”

Blanche Capra felt something wrong with her body before she even opened her eyes. Was she, she thought in a daze, beaten up? Or had she fallen?

One hand reached under the covers to press on a sore spot, only to realise with a jolt that she was, well, naked and wearing nothing?

She woke up completely with a jolt.

She opened her eyes and found that she was lying in the bedroom of the hotel suite, the curtains next to her were still drawn, but the sunlight vaguely penetrated, it looked like it was almost noon.

She did not have time to think carefully, the next moment the door of the room was opened, a man wearing a bathrobe walked in.

Sword brows and deep eyes, cold and hard silhouette, slender and graceful.

Isn’t this, York Charlie?Published by Nôv'elD/rama.Org.

Blanche Capra immediately alerted, “You … How did you get here?!”

She reached out in this hurry, the quilt on her body immediately slipped, Blanche Capra saw the opposite man’s eyes deepen, staring at herself, immediately realized that something was wrong, and looked down, on her collarbone, on her chest, the red marks were a little bit, a piece, like petals that had fallen all over her.

Her heart sank in an instant, and she lifted the quilt to wrap herself up tightly, but it didn’t help at all: it had all happened. She sat there, frozen, feeling her body, as a blistering scene of night and light intertwined came flooding back to her.

And the unrecollectable sound of …

Blanche Capra’s face was a brilliant mix of red and white. At the moment she felt hot and cold for a moment as well, her chest clogged and depressed.

She slowly raised her head and went back to look at York Charlie, who was standing off to the side.

York Charlie is wearing a loose bathrobe, is a rare lazy, his eyes are soft and true, no longer like the former unfathomable, complex and difficult to distinguish, Blanche Capra slightly fixed her mind, stammered, “I … where are my clothes? ”

York Charlie had been carefully observing the change in her complexion, and at this moment, seeing that she rarely lost her temper, but was only concerned about where her clothes were, he cleared his throat, with some imperceptible unnaturalness on his face, “Erm … it’s gone.”

Blanche Capra’s face changed slightly, “Gone? How is it gone?”

“Accidentally … ripped it …” his voice was low and muffled.

Blanche Capra instantly realized what he meant and snapped her head down, not daring to look at him, her cheeks finally flushed red.

York Charlie’s laugh rang low in her ears, and when she looked up, she realized that somehow he had walked over, now this close to her, so close that she could smell the faint minty scent of that rinsed toothpaste.

The breath he exhaled was light and cool, with a power to wake her up, but she wasn’t awake at all right now.

Blanche Capra didn’t speak for a while, and York Charlie couldn’t figure out what was going on in her little head.

At that moment a clear and monotonous piece of music sounded.

It was the doorbell.

Blanche Capra instantly strained her nerves and looked up at him.

York Charlie couldn’t help patting her soft hair, and his tone followed suit as he said, “Don’t be afraid, it’s probably a clothes delivery.”

Blanche Capra waited for him to get up and walk out, finally she exhaled. Just now, she really was a little nervous, but what the hell was going on, and how did she get into bed with York Charlie in the first place?

How, exactly, did all this happen?

She red-faced secretly and quickly lifted the quilt to take a look, the sheet was clean, nothing could be seen.

Yesterday, it seemed that she was somehow drunk after two drinks.

In between her rambling thoughts, York Charlie came over with the clothes.

He handed her a set of skirts and took another set of men’s clothes for himself, “You’re wearing them here? I’ll change outside.”

Blanche Capra nodded.

Then Blanche Capra watched as he turned and was about to walk out the door, then stopped and turned back slowly after two steps. Blanche Capra thought he had changed his mind again and said, a little angrily, “Get out! I want to get dressed!”

But York Charlie raised his eyebrows, a smirk in his eyes, “Haven’t you seen everything you need to see?”

Blanche Capra glared at him in annoyance, about to call him shameless, but before she could say anything, she heard him say slowly, “Are you sure? No underwear?”

Blanche Capra froze, then remembered that she didn’t even have any underwear, only a skirt on the bed, blushed, and said through clenched teeth, “Where is it? You give it to me!”

York Charlie smiled a patronising smile, “It’s in there in the bathroom, go get it yourself? Or should I bring it to you?”

There was a bathroom in the bedroom.

Blanche Capra, however, half-smiling, mentally cursed him for being so bad while continuing to grit her teeth, “You get out and don’t come back in! I’ll go over there myself!”

Blanche Capra felt that she was truly defeated.

Thinking about the scene just now, in the past, she could have just walked into the bathroom naked without a care in the world, smugly showing that she wasn’t shy at all, and not moving to seduce him in return.

However, she did not think of anything, just focusing on shy and annoyed, even hate, immediately leave there, never see him again!

She really was completely and utterly passive.

She glanced sideways at the piano in the middle of the restaurant, bathed in sunlight, and the nimble fingers that danced on the keys. The beautiful music flowed quietly in her ears, and then suddenly slipped through York Charlie’s intoxicating voice.

“What? Not to your liking?”

Blanche Capra said in an unenthusiastic voice, “Yes, what appetite can there be after what happened.”

York Charlie, who had been all warm and fuzzy since the morning, was suddenly a little colder, “Oh? You don’t want to?”

“I’ve never been willing!” Blanche Capra stank.

York Charlie sneered, “That’s not what you said the other night?” His words were loaded with meaning, “And it wasn’t done unwillingly either.”

Blanche Capra thrust a piece of meat hard, “… I didn’t know anything at all!” Who knew how something like that could happen? It’s almost as if you can’t help yourself.

“Oh? You want to know?” York Charlie asked.

Blanche Capra was sensitive to the fact that there was something in his words, “You know? No, what I said was, do you know why I don’t know anything?”

Blanche Capra’s own words were barely out of her mouth before York Charlie answered and she herself froze, a fog in her head suddenly finding its way.

Yeah, why don’t I know anything? Why couldn’t I control myself? That means I was unconscious, not drunk, she couldn’t have been that bad! Even if she was drunk, she couldn’t have been that drunk!

So the only explanation is that there was perhaps something in that drink that made people delirious.

She excitedly grabbed York Charlie’s hand on the dining table, “I’m asking you, what was I in for?”

York Charlie tenderly countermanded her hand and felt it carefully. The five fingers were delicate and the skin was smooth.

He raised the corners of his mouth, his pupils seemed to blossom in the night, “That night ah, you were very active …”