The Apple of My Eye novel Chapter 1387

When he heard Nancy's words, Charles glanced from Sheryl's face to her fingers. As Nancy said, her fingers move slightly.

Wearing an astonishment expression, Charles blinked his eyes a few times to clear his sight. Suddenly, he lowered his head, closed his eyes, and pinched between his eyes. After a while, he opened his eyes again and let out a deep breath as a sign of relief. A coma patient who could move her fingers was a good sign of recovery.

Luck was on their side. Soon after, Sheryl opened her eyes slowly in the hot gaze of Charles and Nancy.

Ecstasy clouded him, making Charles held Sheryl's hand. Looking at her with his eyes filled with deep love, he was preoccupied now.

"Sher! Finally, you're awake. It's a miracle," Charles said. His feelings and emotions were too complicated, and he didn't know how to express them.

Bursting out into cries while speaking was a rare thing to see from Charles. When Sheryl was in a coma, he felt guilty and blamed it on himself every second. His anxiety was at a peak as he thought that Sheryl would not come back into life again.

If so, he would lose Sheryl forever. What could have happened to him then?

As long as this thought hit his mind, Charles felt a piercing ache in his heart. The pain could almost drive him into suffocation.

Gladly, Sheryl was alive, so his fear would not occur this time. Life came back, not only to Sheryl but also to Charles, who almost died in worries.

At this time, Sheryl seemed to be confused about what had happened, and why she was in hospital now. She looked around in a daze.

A minute later, she focused on Charles.

"Have I been in sleep for a long time?"

Sheryl widened her eyes and asked Charles.

"Yes, you were in a coma for such a long time that I was afraid that you wouldn't wake up again," Charles answered fretted. Out of great relief, Charles pulled Sheryl's hand and kissed it.

Feeling concerned, Nancy interrupted them, "You have been in a coma for a long time. Are you hungry now? I bring you some chicken soup and porridge. Come to eat some first."

Embarrassment filled Charles; he scratched his head and said regretfully, "Right, how can I forget it. Sher, let me feed you with it."

Although Sheryl hesitated for a second, she nodded her head gently.

Her response made Charles jump with joy. Excitedly, he opened the cover carefully, scooped a spoonful of hot porridge, blew on it a little to cool it and tenderly put it in Sheryl's mouth.

As Sheryl finished the porridge, Charles suddenly recalled her sleep talking that night.

However, he was afraid to bring out the topic. The nightmare could remind Sheryl of the attempted murder, so he could only look at her first. Pondering for a while, he finally asked, "Sher, do you know who wanted to kill you?"

As soon as she grasped Charles' question, Sheryl shook her head anxiously while saying, "I don't know. I have no idea."

Feeling sorry for asking, Charles could see how terrified Sheryl was. Thinking how his wife had suffered, he clenched his fist.

Tears streamed down on Sheryl's face as she said, "I only care about Shirley now. I am not concerned with other things. My life doesn't matter. I only want Shirley to come back safely with us. Then we can live happily again."

Undeniably, Charles was also worried about Shirley. But in his heart, Sheryl was important too.