No matter what had happened, Sheryl thought that she still had to move on. She had no idea when Charles would explain to her the kind of relationship he shared with Rachel. Nevertheless, she had no choice but to let nature take its course.
She was unwilling to face the cruel fact that Charles had an affair. That would be too much to bear.
'If I simply let go of this matter and stop even thinking of mentioning it to Charles, perhaps we can get through this. But hell no! It looks more like I am deceiving myself, ' she struggled inside. She was definitely torn.
Unlike Sheryl, who had chosen silence, Charles decided to find out the reason for his wife sulking to help her out.
And he knew who he should turn to for assistance.
Wasting no time, Charles checked his phone contacts and soon dialed a number. Isla, who at that time had just stepped into her house, was stunned as she stared at the caller ID. Still bewildered, she accepted the call after a few seconds.
"Hello, Mr. Lu?" Isla answered, surprised and puzzled.
"Hi, Isla. When do you have time? I have something to ask you," Charles began curtly. This was the way he spoke. He always cut straight to the point.
"Alright, Mr. Lu! Now that you want to see me, how would I dare to say no?" She agreed in a tone of sarcasm. She was absolutely clueless as to why Charles suddenly wanted to meet her. But she had a gut feeling that it had something to do with what had happened between him and Rachel at the bar that night.
Isla was now determined to interrogate Charles and to figure out the relationship between him and Rachel. However, she had reluctantly given up that thought when she recalled that Sheryl forbade her to confront Charles. She didn't want to upset her best friend.
'Perhaps it is just Sheryl's point of view, and not necessarily represent how Charles perceives the whole thing. What if Charles wants to talk openly about that?' she mused.
"Please tell me the place and time, Mr. Lu," Isla prompted. Obviously, the way she communicated with Charles had changed. Convinced that he had cheated on her best friend, she was furiously mad at him. Although she tried so hard to control her disgust towards him, her voice still carried anger and disdain.
"How about we meet at the coffee shop near Cloud Advertising Company in an hour?" Charles casually suggested, ignoring her harsh tone.
"Fine," Isla replied briefly.
She resolved to force Charles to admit his unfaithful behaviors and to teach him a lesson for Sheryl's sake.
"Honey, I need to go out right now," Isla hastily informed Aron. Still clutching her handbag, she spun on her heels and hurried back to the front door.
"Where are you going, Isla?" Aron asked, startled.
"Cloud Advertising Company! I got a thing to deal with. See you later," Isla yelled back at her husband as she had already walked a distance from their house.
Charles was seated at a table near the window when Isla arrived sometime later.
As his back was facing the entrance door, he didn't see her coming. He was in a trance when he was jolted back to his senses by the sound of the voice of an usher greeting a guest. Checking the time, he mused that his guest should be here in any minute. And as if by instinct, he turned around and saw a woman approaching him.
Isla headed straight to where he was and settled herself in the seat opposite him. "You wanted to see me, so here I am. Now tell me, why did you invite me here?" she demanded.
"Isla, actually I need you to do me a favor," Charles stated clearly in a matter-of-fact tone of voice.
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