"I know, I know." With a bitter smile, Sheryl told Charles, "I'm not forcing you to forgive him. It's just… I wish you would attend their wedding with me."
His serious expression did not falter; it seemed that Charles was still unmoved. Looking at his flat expression, Sheryl felt rather disappointed. Trying to hide her disappointment, she continued, "The wedding isn't only Anthony's. It's also Sue's. I really want you to come with me.
You don't have to forgive him; that isn't the issue anymore. I just think that… since he has found his own happiness now, we should just leave the past in the past, shouldn't we?" Laying a gentle hand on Charles' shoulder, Sheryl looked at him pleadingly and affectionately.
Although he still bore a resentful expression on his face, the moment Charles turned to see Sheryl's ardent eyes, his stern facade started to crumble a little bit. He just could not resist those bewitching eyes of hers.
Heaving a sigh, he replied, "Well, it's not entirely impossible for me to attend the wedding with you. I have a condition, though."
"What condition?" Whatever it was that Charles demanded, she believed she could fulfill it as long as he agreed to go to the wedding with her.
With the corners of his mouth curling upwards, Charles leaned in close and whispered a few words into his lover's ears. His soft, warm breath caressed her skin, making her ticklish and tingly. Upon hearing the words, she withdrew immediately, her face as flushed as a rose blossom.
"Shame on you…" she half grumbled, half shouted.
"What's wrong with it?" Charles lovingly put his arms around Sheryl, bringing her closer to his chest. "Shirley and Clark are growing up so quickly. We should start considering having another child now."
As he spoke, his arms tightened around her a little more forcefully, as he still felt rather playful. "We should give them a younger brother or sister, don't you think?"
"But…" Her eyebrows furrowing in hesitation, Sheryl took a moment before finally nodding her head.
Given all that had happened, Shirley and Clark never had the chance to grow up in a healthy, perfect family environment. It had always been a deep regret in Sheryl's heart. Maybe if she could have another child, both she and Charles would be able to stay by his or her side as the child grew up. Perhaps that could somehow make up for the regret they both harbored.
Though a little embarrassed, Sheryl nodded eagerly as Charles looked at her. One arm sliding under her knees, the other on her shoulders, he swiftly picked her up and carried her into the bedroom.
The next morning, Sheryl received a call from Helin who said that there were some problems with the plan and she needed to discuss them with her, inviting Sheryl to her office.
Once Sheryl entered the office, Helin rushed towards her immediately and grabbed her hand. "Sheryl, you really have to help me this time around…" she said, sounding urgent.
"What happened to you?" The sudden request startled Sheryl and she said to Helin to calm her down, "Please sit down first, I'll listen to you."
"I really don't know who to ask for help now. Sheryl, you're the only one who can help me." The expression Helin held was that of panic and uneasiness and she continued explaining urgently. "My birthday is getting really close, so I made a phone call to Roger. I wanted to have a quick chat and see how I could invite him here, but it was a woman who picked up the phone! After I questioned Roger several times, he finally told me he has a girlfriend now... Sher, you really have to help me this time."
"But…" With a raised brow, Sheryl gave Helin a questioning look. "How do you think I can help you with this?"
"You helped Roger a great deal before. He'll listen to whatever you say." Helin's hands pressed against Sheryl's anxiously.
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