His Real Wedded Bride novel Chapter 1382

As Leila carefully recalled what happened that night, she made sure that no one would be able to see her break into Sheryl's room at midnight. She knew that Sheryl's room wasn't installed with security cameras. No one saw her creep towards Sheryl; no one saw Leila pinch her. Sheryl was still blissfully asleep, stuck in her coma.

Only Leila and God knew what she did here tonight.

'Whatever Charles might find out later, he would never think that I had something to do with it, '

Leila thought to herself calmly, her heart beginning to slow down.

Charles followed the nurses to where the hospital ward was. He was busy thinking about the process, just as Leila had expected.

He suddenly recalled the doctor's words in front of the emergency room. 'Strangle Sheryl? I know enough that there's someone out for Sheryl. But who is it?' Charles pondered worriedly, squinting his eyes in exhaustion.

When he got to Sheryl's ward, he found a dark, purple bruise on her pale, slender neck. It stood prominently against her skin, like a distracting stain on a beautiful white shirt.

He felt extremely sorry for Sheryl. His guilt had piled up on the edge of his throat. He wasn't able to protect her when she needed him.

Charles gently touched Sheryl's neck, carefully grazing the bruise. Even if the doctor had told him that Sheryl's condition had stabilized, he was still frightened for her.

If she didn't make it, nothing would be able to ease his pain, not even if he figured out who the murderer was.

Sheryl was still asleep.

She lay motionlessly in the bed, except for the shallow rise and fall of her chest.

Nobody would have expected Sheryl to be awake this moment. From last night until earlier today, she had stayed awake and kept her head as clear as she could.

Whether it was during the moment that Nancy found her, or whether they were on the way to the hospital, she kept her head clear.

When she heard Nancy's desperate cries, she didn't make a sound. She no longer believed that they could find Shirley, which was why she had to figure out a way to deal with Leila on her own.

She listened when Charles showed his worries for her, but it wasn't long before she realized that she didn't care for him anymore.

Sheryl didn't know herself whether she should trust Charles entirely anyway, even if she loved him from the bottom of her heart.

Maybe her disappointment grew stronger each time Charles didn't trust her. She began to lose confidence in him, because she realized that she couldn't trust him, either. Shirley was her everything. She would never compromise for anything if it came to her child.

Sheryl could easily remember what happened last night. She heard the door open, thinking that Charles had returned. But then, she realized that it didn't sound like Charles' footsteps.

She squinted against the light leaking from the doorway, seeing a feminine figure. It was Leila. Sheryl was shocked to see such a wretched woman; she never would have believed that Leila would have the audacity to sneak into her bedroom. Sheryl knew that Leila kidnapped Shirley. But what was she here for?