The Apple of My Eye novel Chapter 1202

Rachel took a sip of the steaming hot soup and lifted her head from the soup bowl. "Of course I do. Do you have any good idea?" she asked, fixing her eyes on Holley. In regards to Sheryl, Rachel counted on Holley's advice.

Despite the fact that none of Holley's tricks to set Sheryl up had worked till now, she was relentless in her efforts.

Her sole purpose was to make Sheryl leave Charles.

Nothing felt so pleasant to Holley than to see Sheryl suffer. She could go to any length to torment her half-sister.

As Rachel kept staring at Holley, she could see Holley's face turn into a heinous smile. "Yes, I do. Please wait and watch," Holley replied. Her face brightened up as she fixed her gaze at someone who had just entered the restaurant. Her face brimmed with confidence. Rachel did not need any hint to understand that Holey was staring at Sheryl. It was clear that she had come up with a really evil idea. Slowly, a crooked smile appeared on Rachel's face as well.

"I came here before. The food is yummy," Sheryl remarked as she entered the restaurant with Isla. Sheryl remembered coming to this place once with Charles.

"See? I knew you would love this place." Touching her stomach, Isla urged, "Hurry up. I am starving."

Talking and laughing, they quickened their pace. They had spent a whole morning helping Nick deal with all kinds of discharge formalities and pack up his stuff. As a result, they were exhausted and hungry. Focusing on the palatable cuisine they were going to relish, they didn't notice Holley and Rachel sitting at a nearby table.

Holley remained silent and she even gestured for Rachel to be quiet. Rachel nodded and waited for Holley to unfold her plan.

Side by side, Sheryl and Isla strode forward. Slowly, the distance between them and the table where Rachel and Holley were sitting was getting closer.

As Sheryl was about to walk past them, Holley stuck out her right foot under the table to block Sheryl's way swiftly. Neither Sheryl nor Isla had expected that.

Caught off guard, Sheryl tripped and fell to the floor hard. Although the floor was made of wood, the heavy fall almost killed her.

"Ah!" she screeched. Sheryl fell on her side and half of her face hit the floor. For a moment, she got scared that her face might get distorted. She felt a throbbing pain coming from her cheek as if her cheekbones had got broken.

"Are you okay, Sher?" Isla inquired with a rattled expression, gaping at her friend on the floor. The moment she crouched down in an attempt to help Sheryl up, she caught a glimpse of the one who organized this accident.

After throwing Holley a furious look, she squatted down to check her friend. With worry written all over her face, she asked anxiously, "How are you feeling? Where did you get injured? Are you all right?"

It hurt so much that Sheryl couldn't utter a word. She struggled to move while a sense of excruciating anguish ran through her body. As a result, she chose to remain still. After a while, she opened her mouth, "I'm fine. I will be up soon."

'If I let Isla give me a hand, she might touch the parts I got injured. I should help myself up, ' she decided.