"Oh, Mom. You were not resting well these days, so you should have a good rest, or else, I'll be worried and guilty if you become really tired and ill," Charles said with a weak pout on his face.
Melissa smiled as her heart felt warmth and moved by her son's care. She looked at Charles with eyes full of love. Seeing this, Charles, too, was also very moved by his mother's love.
After all, they had been separated for more than ten years. No matter where they were, what they did, or who they were with in those years, it was still undeniable that they had missed that much time to make great memories together.
It was for this reason that after reuniting once again, they always felt that there was still a gap between the haze.
There was so many things that Charles wanted to talk about with Melissa, but he didn't know how to express himself. The same way Melissa didn't know how to express her love for her son.
However, there was no doubt that they were using their own ways, big or small, to make each other live a better life.
Especially Melissa. She didn't care about how terrible her way would be as long as she did the things that were deemed right for her.
And she would do her best to achieve these right things.
"Oh, dear Charles, you must be tired these days as well. I know that you must have done a great deal with Sher's situation. Go have some rest yourself, and don't exhaust yourself too much. Also, don't worry about me. I'm fine. I have been so idle all day that I am not anywhere near tired at all."
Charles smiled after hearing her words, and then he suddenly remembered her request before. "By the way, Mom, please, just wait for another two days. I will make sure to get Leila out."
"Son, I'm so glad that you still remember my little request. However, I honestly just said that without thinking. You don't need to pay much attention to that. If this situation is easy to solve, that's good news. But if not, then don't force yourself. Besides, she made a mistake regardless of her reasons to do it. She got herself into jail, and I know it's not easy for us to help her."
Deep inside, Melissa had purposely pretended to be oblivious of anything, as if she did not know who had sent Leila to prison.
Since Melissa didn't know that, Charles would not tell her that it was he that had sent Leila to prison. "I know what I'm doing, Mom, and I won't do anything illegal. Don't worry too much about me."
Melissa replied with a smile. Charles smiled back and excused himself to go retreat in the master's bedroom. Melissa stayed in the living room alone. She smiled gratifyingly as she recalled her call with Leila when she was in the hotel a while ago. She told Leila that she would be able to let her out of prison.
Back in the prison, since prisoners were only given a limited amount of time to use the public telephone, Leila wasn't able to ask about the details.
Still, during that limited time, Leila didn't believer her. As for Melissa, she believed that this situation would be settled soon, and that when Leila finally was out of jail, she wouldn't call Melissa a liar anymore.
Meanwhile, Charles stopped in front of the door of their bedroom and knocked once before asking, "Sher, it's me. Are you asleep?" He then opened the door to find that Sheryl was not there.
As Sheryl was rubbing her hair dry with a bath towel, she heard the knock. "I'm inside the bathroom. I just finished showering," she called out.
Moments later, Sheryl came out to see Charles pouring some wine into his glass. He turned with a wine glass half full in his hand. Her hair was dripping wet, and there were still beads of water on her shoulder blades. She was wrapped with a pale pink towel that covered her upper breasts and stopped just above her knees. The light material of the towel hogged her body tight enough to show her form. The seductive cleavage of her breasts was inviting, making Charles take a sip on his wine, feeling the temptation surge through him.
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