His Real Wedded Bride novel Chapter 1195

Sheryl was not sure whether she should believe in Charles' words. 'Maybe he is telling the truth. Maybe he is not. He could have gone to Cloud Advertising Company after hanging out with Rachel, ' she thought in her mind. The inability to trust Charles was extremely frustrating for Sheryl. No matter how much she tried she could not get her faith back on him.

"My phone was dead and Isla forgot to take her phone. So I could not call you and tell you that I was going to be home late," Sheryl replied in a cold voice without even looking at Charles' face. As she uttered the words in a trembling voice, she realized that she found a lame excuse. But she didn't lie about her dead cell phone.

She was not yet ready to reveal her doubts about him and Rachel. She shuddered at the thought of the possible outcome if she brought up the topic.

She could not let him go.

"Sher, I don't know the reason why you have become so cold towards me. I just hope that you can have some faith in me instead of trusting some bad people," Charles said, emphasizing on the last sentence. Recently Charles had been noticing a striking change in Sheryl's behavior. She just became unusually quiet. And all his attempts were met with a cold and indifferent response from her. Sheryl was slowly building a shell around herself which Charles found extremely hard to break through. He had a very strong intuition that Rachel might have some kind of involvement in it.

But right at the moment, all he could do was try to make Sheryl confide in him about what was going on. That was the only way in which he might find a solution to their problem.

However, Sheryl's mind was too clouded to read the earnestness in what Charles said. She ended up misinterpreting his statement.

'Is he trying to escape from the situation? Perhaps he is trying to cover up the mistake he made, ' she surmised, tears peeping through the corner of her eyes. She turned her face away from Charles to make sure that he could not gauge at her state of mind by looking at her face.

"I'm going to bed," Sheryl uttered in an icy tone. With her chest brimming with all sorts of conflicting emotions, Sheryl felt like being breathless. The best way she could avoid an argument was to run away from Charles. Otherwise, she was afraid that she might be out of control and blurt out all her complaints and confusion about her husband and Rachel.

She didn't want to see that happen.

She hated to break down in front of someone when she was in a helpless position. But it was becoming increasingly difficult for her to hold her composure.

"Sher..." Charles tried to say something, but Sheryl had already hurried into their bedroom.

Charles let out a sigh of helplessness, engulfed in inexplicable frustration. At the moment, he sensed that he was losing Sheryl.

That was how he felt.

He tried his best to clear up the misunderstanding between him and his wife. He made many attempts, but all his efforts ended up facing Sheryl's indifference. And now he was at a loss and didn't know how to change her mind and get her back.

When he returned to bed, Sheryl was already lying in her side of the bed with her back to him. Charles knew that she was not sleeping, yet her eyes were closed in a pretense of being asleep. He let a heavy sigh and lay down on the other side of the bed. The expanse of the bed space between them, the unfurled bed sheet, and the silence in the room loomed heavily on each of their chests. On the two sides of the same bed, both Charles and Sheryl remained engulfed in their respective dilemmas until both their minds and bodies gave in to a deep slumber. As the sun rose, they got up as usual. Charles headed straight to his company. Sheryl dropped her children off at school before she went into work.

Nothing had happened in Dream Garden except for the fact that Nancy and Gary were absent.

Things were much sorted in Cloud Advertising Company at the moment.

Apart from taking charge of her company, Sheryl also needed to attend to Nick who was still in the hospital.

Compared to her, Isla paid more attention to Nick. As it was close to lunchtime, she emerged into Sheryl's office and said to her, "Sher, I almost finished my work at hand in the morning. I am going to the hospital to take care of Nick. When I come back, you can go there. This way we can take turns taking a break. What do you think?"

"How about I stay here and you go attend to him today?" Sheryl joked deliberately.

"No way! Not in the following three days. I did some research on the Internet last night and found that the patients are too weak to take care of themselves in the first three days after their operation. So this is the time that he needs us more than any other time," Isla stressed as she pulled out her cell phone to show the information to Sheryl.

"Okay, Isla, no need to show me. Now that you want to go there, please go ahead. I am having a headache," Sheryl said as she flinched her eyes, pretending to rub her temples.

"Whatever. You must go there after I am back. Do you hear me?" Isla said commandingly as she gave her boss a stern glance.