Now Charles glared at him with sharp eyes, and he squirmed with embarrassment, not knowing how to deal with this situation. He was hoping that other people here could break the silence and move on to the next topic.
However, to his disappointment, everyone else had no intention of helping him out of it. They just stood aside and watched. They would by no means ruin this chance to see some fun.
But it surprised them that Charles didn't say anything more, but picked up the wine glass on the table and filled it with wine. Then with one gulp, he emptied the glass before slapping it down on the table.
"It's my bad. That's my apology." After saying that, Charles left the room immediately and didn't even bother to look back.
Everyone left at the room whispered to one another after Charles left. The man who had challenged Charles wiped the sweats off his forehead and sat down in fear. He collected himself for a while before joining the party again. From that moment on, he thought it was a bad idea challenging Charles like that and never in his entire life would he dare do that again.
The driver hadn't expected that Charles would come back so soon. But before he could even make a reaction or even greet him at that, Charles had opened the back door and got in.
"Mr. Lu?" The driver looked back at Charles who was tensely seated in the back seat and didn't know why he came back ahead of the schedule. Thus, he had no idea where he should go.
"Go home now," Charles said and closed his eyes to have some rest. He was so exhausted and he felt a little dizzy and had a headache after drinking the glass of wine all in one go.
On their way home, while the car moved steadily on the road, Charles' mind was occupied as to what might have happened way back home.
At the Dream Garden, where everything looked fine and calm at the outside, Melissa was still swearing at Sheryl and Leila joined her from time to time. She too was cursing and cussing at Sheryl whenever Melissa stopped. On the contrary, Sheryl kept her head down, making people feel curious about what she was thinking now.
"You little bitch. Stop seducing my son! I don't want to see you at my house. Leave now!" As Melissa shooed her away like she was a wild animal, Sheryl tried her best to keep her composure. Seeing that Sheryl was not responding to her, Melissa got more irritated and kept unleashing her anger on her.
With all the insults and blasphemous words, Sheryl lifted her head suddenly and looked at Melissa coldly.
Being stared by Sheryl in such a cold way, Melissa felt uncomfortable and said, "Stop looking at me like that. Who do you think you are? Leave my house now!"
With their chins lifted in proud scorn, Leila looked at Sheryl up and down in a condescending way, making no effort to hide her smug smile.
Still not saying anything and pretending that they were just invisible, Sheryl returned to her bedroom calmly. She thought she had already had her full of their maltreatments and there was no need to stay there and be tortured by Melissa and Leila.
"Leila, look at her. How dare she have no respect for me! I'm so unfortunate to have her as my daughter-in-law." Not letting her out of it, Melissa continued to nag at Sheryl even if had returned to her bedroom.
That was what Charles saw when he pushed open the door.
Though surprised at his sudden arrival, Melissa walked quickly to Charles when she saw him and started to complain to him about Sheryl.
"Charles. I'm so glad you are home now. Sheryl has gone too far! The meals she cooked today were too greasy for me to eat, so I asked her to cook another food. But she responded reluctantly. The taste was so awful. No one can stand it. I just complained a little bit. Then she yelled at me."
While letting it all out, Melissa even made gestures and slapped her thighs to express how she felt. She was so really good at acting.
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