His Real Wedded Bride novel Chapter 1008

There was a breakfast shop nearby Cloud Advertising Company. Sheryl brought George to one of its VIP rooms. She knew he wanted to talk to her, and a private room could make it more convenient for their conversation.

She filled a cup of water for George and started, "Would you have some water first? Breakfast will be served later. You should try it. Their breakfast is really tasty."

"Thanks," he replied shortly. He was not in the mood to enjoy breakfast now.

"You're welcome," she smiled. She noticed his attitude and joked, "But it's really funny to meet both you and your mother on two consecutive days. I suddenly felt that I'm that busy. So what would you want from me?"

He tried to force a smile before he replied, "To be honest, the purpose of my visit is exactly the same as my mom's."

"I knew it." Sheryl nodded. Under George's amazed sights, she explained, "If I put myself in your shoes, I couldn't believe it either. You would've thought that it was only my one-sided accusation since you had spent days and nights with Holley. As far as you could tell, she is not the kind of person in my story. Am I right?"

Sheryl paused as she saw him nod slightly. Then she continued, "Moreover, the whole thing was too ridiculous for you to believe. I could totally understand your feelings right now."

"To be honest, I could not believe it at all when I first heard it. Not a bit!" George agreed. He frowned worriedly and added, "But I discovered something later that shook my confidence." He looked up at Sheryl. She could read the pain from the expression on his face.

"In fact, I had fluke mind when I came to you. I just wanted to double check it and to confirm whether it was true. Or maybe there was something wrong in between?"

"Nothing was wrong," Sheryl confirmed immediately. She knew he didn't want to accept it. "There were people in your life that you could never ignore, even if that person changed her appearance or her name.

I could never forget her!" Sheryl stated. "Therefore, what you told my mom was true?" George couldn't help asking.

"Of course, it's true," she nodded. "When I initially met her, I was curious why she always tried to deliberately establish a close friendship with me. Then all of a sudden, she turned hostile. I felt that her behavior was somehow familiar. I grew suspicious at once, but I couldn't be sure that she was Yvonne until after the things that happened later," she sighed.

George was listening to her attentively, and she concluded, "There was too much coincidence. How was it possible for two entirely different persons to behave the same? And both were allergic to seafood? Moreover, since it was my mother's death anniversary several days ago, I paid a visit to her tomb, only to discover that someone else had been there. I couldn't think of anyone else who would've come there except for Yvonne."

"I knew about your relationship with her from the very beginning," George confessed. "Holley told me about it from the first time we met. But the things she told me were entirely different from your version. She told me that you caused her father's death. And you passed the buck to her mother. She also said that you used her mother as your scapegoat, so that she was..." George didn't finish it.