"I don't mean that you can't use that room. If you really want it, you can have it after Sher and I move out. However, she has been very busy recently. She needs to go to the office this afternoon to continue working on her project. So..." Charles explained carefully as he looked at Melissa. He didn't want his mother to feel uncomfortable.
"I see. Turns out it's your bedroom now. That's okay. I don't want to trouble you and Sheryl. Since you seem to like that room, you can just continue to use it," Melissa beamed like a good mother. Since Charles had already settled there, she thought that he'd be inconvenienced if she insisted on getting that room back.
Capturing a hint of fleeting disappointment in her eyes, Charles felt bad for his mother. So he suggested, "If you really want that room, how about moving in there after Sher gets back from work? We will pack our stuff when she gets back, and move to the room next to it."
"Charles, there is no need. I don't mind which room I stay. I yearn for nothing as long as you are good. I only wanted to stay in that room because of your father. He..." She feigned to refuse Charles' offer. She knew pretending to be weak could arouse his sympathy. She had to rack her brains for a plan to get him to side with her.
Charles stared at his mother who seemed to be lost in thoughts. He was hesitant to give in until she mentioned his father. Now he made up his mind to give that room to his mother. With an attentive look, he said earnestly, "Mom, I know you and Dad had many remarkable memories in that room. So let me handle everything. Let's eat first."
"Fine. I am so glad to hear that. Now that you said so, how can I refuse?" Melissa responded in a doting manner.
"Umm. The food is getting cold. Please eat,"
Charles said as he smiled in relief.
'Mom just got out, so it's going to take a while before she fits in. I need to be patient and spend more time so we can get to know each other. Things will be better, ' he told himself.
After he had persuaded Melissa, he looked at Sheryl. She was quietly eating while they were discussing. Knowing what was on his mind when their eyes met, Sheryl shook her head with a smile, quietly telling him that she was okay with his arrangement.
However, somehow she had a vibe that Charles' mother was hostile towards her. She even doubted herself and thought she was just being paranoid. But her instincts told her that something was wrong with her mother-in-law.
Even though she suspected Melissa, she didn't have much time to speculate what the latter was up to. Since she needed to go to the office to work out that project, she decided to finish her meal quickly.
It could not be counted as a pleasant meal. As far as Sheryl was concerned, the atmosphere was embarrassing during the lunch.
The years of separation between Charles and Melissa had them grow apart, so they didn't have much to talk about.
They had their own thoughts. As they were reserved, they barely chatted with one another. As a result, a tensed and awkward air enveloped the whole dining room the entire time.
After lunch, Sheryl stood up to leave and head to her office. Charles immediately offered to drive her there, but she refused. "Stay at home and keep Mom company, honey. I can handle myself."
Charles eyed Melissa sitting next to him and didn't insist anymore.
Melissa was oblivious of her son's feelings. She was deeply engaged in her thoughts. 'How can I get them to sleep in separate bedrooms without displeasing my son?' It was one of her plans to turn the couple against each other.
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