The Apple of My Eye novel Chapter 1470

It was as if a heavy weight was tied around Charles' heart, which increased his burdens. How he wished he could wake his mother up and tell her to never ever hurt his wife and kids again, but his gut feeling told him to find Sheryl and check how she was doing now. She must be sulking and quite upset. He needed to make her happy first. He couldn't afford to let her get sick a second time, especially when things started to get better.

A bitter smile cracked his lips when he walked to their bedroom. He felt powerless amidst all the family affairs.

It took him all his strength to push the door open. He was greeted by complete silence. Only the light of the dim lamp on the table lit the room, and his wife wasn't in the bed as usual.

Charles' heart missed a beat. With a bated breath, he looked around the balcony, the bathroom, and every corner he could search. However, Sheryl was nowhere to be found.

It was already late, and Sheryl wouldn't be out at such time.

'Maybe she's in the kids' room, ' Charles thought and hurriedly turned around.

The door to the kids' room was unlocked, and a thin sliver of light broke out through the gap. Charles stopped in front of it, but hesitated.

Inside the room was his family. They depended on him and in turn, he treasured them deeply. But he couldn't do the right thing for them, and so he felt that he didn't have enough rights to enter the room.

What if his wife was crying with the two kids in her arms? What should he do then? Should he go to his mother's room and force her to apologize to them?

He couldn't offer anything else but soothing words, and he hated that. However, it was his own mother on the other side. He couldn't force himself to do anything violent to her.

As a son who was brought up in a traditional Chinese family, he was used to obeying his elders.

Charles felt like a deer with its horns being pulled on either side; unable to advance or retreat.

He stood still by the door for a few moments, and then pressed his ear against the wood to listen to any sounds behind it.

Only the faint hum of the air-condition was heard. He guessed that Sheryl might have fallen asleep with the kids now.

But in the next second, padded footsteps tapped against the floor. Charles hurriedly stepped back and nervously waited for the door to open.

The door slowly creaked, and then finally opened to reveal Sheryl.

Charles heaved a sigh of relief when he saw the familiar face of his wife, but his heart twisted in pain once again when he saw the tear stains on her cheeks.

"Sher," Charles called, but he couldn't say anything else. It seemed that every word was so powerless, now that he understood that actions spoke louder than words.

Sheryl just raised her head and swiftly glanced at him, as if she had known that he was there before she came out. There wasn't a hint of emotion in her glassy eyes, and she looked at him like he was an ordinary inanimate object.

If Charles hadn't lived with her for so many years, he would've thought that she was fine and nothing bothered her. However, she wasn't fine at all. The quieter she was when something had upset her, the more hurt she was. It was especially bad now because it had been a long time since Sheryl had looked like that.

Charles felt a stab of pain in his heart as he watched Sheryl. He knew how deeply she was hurt, but he gazed at her with pleading eyes in hopes that she would respond to him.

However, Sheryl just lowered her head and quietly passed by him.

But Charles couldn't take the silent treatment anymore, so he reached out a hand and grabbed her arm.