His Real Wedded Bride novel Chapter 803

Sheryl decided to hold her words after eyeing Charles wearing a sulky expression on his face. She knew she would have to wait. When she noticed that his countenance was a little calmer, she then continued, "Initially, I planned to stay in the hotel for several days. As soon as I find a good place to settle, then I will move out. But unfortunately, Grandpa disagreed. So I was left with no choice but to move to the Zhao family house for a while."

"But Sher..." Charles quickly cut in. He let out a deep sigh as he carefully studied her. He looked impatient, as a small frown could be easily seen appearing on his forehead. But his voice sounded warm and worrying at the same time when he questioned her, "Dream Garden is also your home. Why didn't you call me after such a thing happened?"

Sheryl could only respond by staring openly at him. And she started to feel that his intense gaze burned with conflicting emotions. Though she was mentally groping for words in her head, she still couldn't find her voice to say something.

The truth was, she had no idea why she did it. Maybe she didn't want Charles to get involved and be over worried about her. Besides, she was the one who provoked Anthony.

"Alright." She conceded after a brief moment. She held his gaze and begged, "Charles, I do understand your feelings. But I would appreciate it should you consider mine as well. Until now... I'm still not able to visualize what is going to happen in our future; and what will lay ahead of us. So please, give me some time and personal space to think it through."

After Charles heard what she said, a sudden pang of sadness engulfed him and made him silent. Lowering his gaze briefly to conceal his disappointment, he began to start mulling over something. Then in a low mutter, he complained, "You have been saying this for countless times. But Sheryl, I really don't know how long I need to wait for that day to come."

"Soon. I'm almost there." Sheryl leaned forward while eyeing him and gave him a flat response.

No sooner had she finished her sentence, than the waiter came over to serve their orders. Sheryl feasted her eyes on the spread of food on their table. Then she helped herself to the delectable dish near her, gave it a bite and savored its taste. A small smile crept on her lips and she commented, "Well, the taste is exactly the same as it was three years ago."

"I'm so glad to hear that. You can eat as much as you want," Charles quickly replied as he smiled at her appreciatively. To his heart's content, Charles helped Sheryl in refilling her plate while she ate silently. Since Sheryl was too engrossed in nibbling at her food, she didn't notice Charles' kind gesture at all. And whether or not she undeniably enjoyed the food or the place, she didn't care in the slightest anymore.

Charles appeared to be happier seeing Sheryl's hearty appetite back. It was quite a satisfying feast for him that finally, Sheryl could eat a lot.

After their sumptuous meal ended, they readied themselves to head back to the company. While on their way out, Sheryl forced a small smile and mentioned about Shirley. "Charles, Shirley asked me last night if you were her father, and I told her the truth."

"Excuse me?" exclaimed Charles when he heard the matter-of-fact tone of voice used by Sheryl. His heart was skipping a bit. And he halted his steps. Charles whirled around to glance at Sheryl. He was getting a little bit nervous as he confirmed that he heard it right. Zoning out, he remained motionless. He then took a moment to gather himself and asked her, "You... Do you really mean what you said?"

When Charles learned that Shirley was his daughter, he always found himself contemplating. And the mere thought of 'how to make Shirley accept his presence' incessantly haunted him. And now, a sigh of relief escaped his mouth; there seemed nothing to be worried about as Shirley had known about it all. But strangely, why was he still so nervous?

"Of course I do. I mean it." Sheryl slightly nodded her head to reaffirm him about it.

Since the restaurant was within walking distance near the company, Sheryl had previously expressed that she preferred to take a walk after the meal. That was why they were trailing their way back on foot.

As they were walking, she found Charles quite amusing with the way he was acting. She realized that they had known each other for years, but this was the first time she saw him in his unguarded moments, revealing her his predicament.

"Hey, what's going on in your mind? Are you all right? Why do you suddenly blank out?" Sheryl made a series of questions to snap him out of his musings. Charles was startled, but he did not show any sign of a desire to move at that precise moment. So in the interests of time, Sheryl intended to give him a fun prompt. "Let's move faster, shall we? Otherwise, I'm afraid I will be late for the rehearsal this afternoon."

"Err... Wait," Charles stammered. Panic-stricken, he immediately held on to Sheryl's hand and asked, "Hmm, tell me, how did Shirley respond? I just want to know whether... whether she likes me or not? Or was it that she found it hard to accept me as her father? So what was her attitude towards me in the end? What did she say? Quick, tell me! I want to hear the truth. I'm just wondering."

By the end of his words, Sheryl was completely amused by this man standing in front of her. She tried suppressing herself hard but she let out a giggle. Then she could not help bursting out laughing as she couldn't contain it any longer. This scenario really intrigued her, to the extent that she utterly could not stop laughing at him.

While Sheryl was laughing hard at him, Charles, who was looking helpless, became even more nervous. He was puzzled by her laughter. He then tried to guide her back to the focus of their conversation. "Can you not laugh like that? Can you just quit laughing? You haven't answered my question yet. How was her attitude? I just want to figure it out, okay?"