His Real Wedded Bride novel Chapter 1397

"Aunt Melissa, Charles is the only man I love. It's my lifelong dream to be his wife. Please don't laugh at me," Leila blurted out and lowered her head, looking at her fingers bashfully.

Meanwhile, Melissa said nothing. She only smiled contently, hearing exactly what she expected she would hear.

But what Melissa said left Leila scratching her head—she was dying to know what exactly Melissa was implying. But when she lifted her head, she found that she had her eyes closed, wearing a self-satisfied expression of joy. All Leila could do was bite her lips and swallow down her curiosity.

On the way to the hospital, Leila looked at the passing views to try and distract her from obsessing over her own thoughts, thinking hard about what Melissa was going to do.

Even though she didn't have any clue at the moment, Leila figured that Melissa must've had certain intentions.

Sensing that her utmost goal was once again out of her reach, Leila felt her heart sink into her stomach. Although Melissa wasn't the perfect ally, a little bit of support was better than nothing.

If Melissa could teach Sheryl a lesson, then Leila wouldn't have to lift a single finger. And if Charles was pissed off, Melissa would take the heat—Leila would get off easy. All she needed to do was wait and see.

Heaving a sigh of relief, Leila went over her plan again. The more she thought about it, the harder it was to hide her excitement.

Stealing a glance at Melissa, she hoped that she could lend her a real hand this time and push her closer to her life's dream.

There wasn't anything Leila wouldn't give to get the chance to marry into the Lu family. After waiting for such a long time, it killed her to even see Charles, unable to do a thing.

The same question plagued her heart every time, 'Will I ever get a chance to marry him?'

All she could do was answer her own question.

'Yes, he will!'

Clenching her fists alarmingly tight, she had to stop herself from screaming out loud.

Meanwhile, in her ward, Sheryl was lying in the bed and staring at the ceiling.

In the passing days, she couldn't sleep well, no matter how much the doctors urged her to rest well for her recovery. Before the day her dear daughter came back home with her, it became impossible for her to have a good night's sleep. The thought that Shirley could be suffering alone somewhere out there could keep Sheryl up forever.

Every night, as she lay awake in her bed, her daughter's sweet, lovely face would appear before her eyes. Her sweet smile, her warm hugs…Sheryl missed everything about her.

One night, she was too frustrated to stay in bed and had to get up so she could pace around the room. The idea that Shirley could be tortured or starved scared Sheryl to death. Her impulse was to knock Leila down, bite off her flesh and drink up her blood. She swore to God that she would make that bitch pay with interest one day.

It was no coincidence. Because she couldn't sleep at night, she caught Leila slipping into her room. That gave her the chance to pretend to have lapsed into a coma and tug Leila around.