Master Charlie Was Tricked By A Woman

Ilya and Francesca Jones’ wedding was scheduled for the 10th of next month by mutual agreement, which gave them less than twenty days to prepare for the wedding.

Time is very short, good thing the Jones family and the Nancy family are rich family, in a short period of time the wedding down a whole set of procedures do not need the bride and groom to worry about half a minute.

Ilya and Francesca Jones were just responsible for being sweet and happy, and their parents took care of all the wedding stuff.

What no one could have predicted was that their wedding would be a shock to the city and a source of gossip for the whole city.

Of course, this has been the aftermath.

The wedding was to be held on a luxury cruise ship at sea, and when the time came, it was sure to be a full house of friends and family.

Blanche Capra and York Charlie, along with their little princess, were invited to come on board the cruise ship to give them a heads up on their wedding, and to see if there was anything else that needed to be taken care of.

However, their conversation was off-topic, with York Charlie and Blanche Capra accidentally showing off their love for each other as if they were the ones having the wedding.

“If you like it here, we’ll make up for it with a cruise ship style wedding, and I promise it’ll be bigger, better, and more grand than this, if you like it.” York Charlie said to the woman at his side as he stood by the railing at the edge of the cruise ship blowing in the crisp ocean breeze, cupping the corner of his red wine glass in one hand.

At that, Blanche Capra glared at the man, “There’s only one wedding in a lifetime, okay? There can’t be a make-up.”

“Why can’t there be? As long as you like it you can have it, as long as you like it I’ll do it for you every month of every year, we’ll try all kinds of things.” York Charlie’s tone of voice was very domineering, with the intention of trying, as if the other party only needed a nod of approval to immediately start the operation.

“You’re like one of those novels where you’re the bossy president, it’s very cerebral, don’t you know.” Blanche Capra on the surface is not used at all to give people a complementary knife, but in the heart is happy.

“Brain-dead? You see who dares to say I’m brain-dead here?” York Charlie wrapped one arm around her tiny waist.

“Brainwashed.” However, at this time, the words against him were untimely, and it was the voice from their little princess.

Only to see the little princess standing behind the two men unceremoniously opened her mouth, disliking her own father that was not at all affectionate.

“Baby girl, how can I say I’m also your father, why can’t I show some face?” York Charlie helplessly turned around, squatted down to maintain the same level height with the little princess, sight leveled to her and opened his mouth.

The little princess grunted heavily, “Why should I give face to daddy, I love mommy and the little brother in mommy’s tummy the most.” With that said she hugged her mommy as soon as she could.

Mother and daughter were again in a lingering look, and York Charlie felt like he was unintentionally stabbed again, or handed a knife from one of the most affectionate people.

Seeing how happy the family was, Ilya unconsciously rubbed her belly with one hand, feeling the live little life under the layer of belly.

“Child, mommy will definitely protect you well.” Secretly resolved to give birth to this crystallization of love no matter how difficult it was.

It was the lucky stone on her path of love, she must grasp it and never miss it.

As if Francesca Jones could read her thoughts at the moment, “I’ll always be there for you and the baby, I’ll do everything I can to protect you, I want you to be happy.”

“I want our family to be happy.” Ilya was filled with the ordinary happiness of a small woman, with a lover and a child, and they would have a family together in the near future.

The two families on the cruise ship were united in their happiness.

Unbeknownst to them, something will happen at the wedding that will completely break their peaceful lives.

It all has to do with Moren Howard, who has been eyeing them from the back.

In their days of love and happiness, it is soon time for Moore Howard’s annual sacrifice.

After Moren Howard returned home, he deliberately set up a tomb in the mausoleum for his big brother in the country as well, and went to pay homage at regular intervals.

He prepared to worship all the supplies to Moore Howard’s cemetery in front of him, said this period of time happened, the tone of voice contains the meaning of mourning.

In his life, the only loved one who had ever come to the mental hospital to be with him was his big brother, and that was all the comfort he had in his dark times.

Thinking back then, he had thought of many scenes of the two brothers being together after recovering from his condition, only now none of them existed.

After letting his grief swim all over his body, he thought of something as if he was in a trance and once again spoke to a tombstone, “Big brother, recently I ran into a woman, her name is Elena Lawrence, she clearly knew that I had been using her from the beginning to the end, but she just didn’t leave me. Is this kind of behavior something that can be called never leaving?”

“I have strange feelings for her, sometimes I feel bored and sometimes I feel energized by her presence in the house. It’s like I’m no longer alone either, and that cold villa becomes more like a home.”

“I was a little … overwhelmed.”

He calls this emotion “overwhelmed” and is now at a loss much of the time as to how to deal with this woman, Elena Lawrence.

She was so passionate, so sincere, so forward-thinking, that it only emphasized the fact that he was the self-serving villain.

But he already had no choice, what should be carried on he would still carry on without fail.

“Moren, I’m happy to hear that from you.”

At some point, Elena Lawrence silently appeared behind him, catching him off guard as a voice entered his eardrums, causing him to be slightly stunned.

After a few seconds passed, he reacted by turning around and frowning at the person, “What are you doing here?”

The unspoken words were, why are you still eavesdropping on me?

But he clearly didn’t want to continue the conversation.

“Why can’t I come where you can? I wanted my big brother to meet his future sister-in-law.” Elena Lawrence smiles and laughs, her eyebrows curving into an arched bridge, instantly giving off a feeling of ‘tenderness over the years’.

“You are you and I am me.” Moren Howard spoke out of turn, clearly still resistant to the woman in front of him.

The heartfelt words he had just spoken to his big brother seemed to dissipate into dust in the moment.

“Whatever you say.” Elena Lawrence didn’t really care about the words that were meant to clear the air, but she had heard everything, anyway.

Moren Howard simply stopped looking at the man and kept himself company for a while longer before turning to leave, Elena Lawrence silently following behind him.

A warm breeze blew around the mausoleum, and the two of them walked on the warm sunshine that poured down from the sky above, which made them look like a picture from afar.NôvelDrama.Org content.

But none of this affects Moren Howard’s determination to take revenge, the hope that keeps his eyes open every day, the world he has no attachment to.

It’s only because of his older brother, Moore Howard, that he has a desire for the world.

Elena Lawrence doesn’t know all of his plans, but only knows that the man in front of her is getting more and more gloomy every day, and she can only watch and watch in silent pain, and then try to do anything is futile.

As time passes, Ilya and Francesca Jones’ wedding is approaching.

The last night is the last of their single life.

Ilya’s maiden name was tentatively set for the Charlie family villa, where Ilya was to be married by, with Blanche Capra as her only bridesmaid.