Choked by his sister, Clark was searching hard in his mind to find words to retort. The uneasiness on his face reminded Sheryl of Charles at certain moments.
She beamed feeling all warm inside. That was the life she was longing for.
Her life completely changed after she gave birth to the twins. She used to devote all her time to her work in the past, but that changed in the last few years since she spent most of her time with the kids instead. Shirley and Clark were gifts from heaven, and living with them made her life happier and more colorful.
"Mommy, why are you home at this time?" Shirley asked out of nowhere a moment later, resting in her mother's arms.
Sheryl definitely didn't want to tell them about her breathtaking day, not wanting to scare them off. She poked on her daughter's little nose and replied with a smile, "Well, I don't feel like working today, so I took a day off."
"Hmm, I didn't know there's a time when Mommy doesn't feel like working!" Shirley exclaimed with an unbelievable expression.
Sheryl burst into laughter, and then rubbed Shirley's little head.
"You little goose! Mommy must have something more important to do other than work. That's why she took a day off," Clark butted in.
Sheryl shook her head and cast Clark a knowing glance. Her son was too smart to be deceived. Nothing got past him. Clark stared back at her with the same eyes he inherited from his father.
She then reached out another arm and grabbed Clark closer. Just as Melissa was coming downstairs, the scene of a mother and her kids talking and laughing stung her eyes. She felt jealous and decided to interrupt them.
"I see you're home! Shirley and Clark, would you like join me for desserts? They're freshly made and taste fabulous!" she said loudly with an affable smile as if she had been a kind grandma.
Clark just ignored her while Shirley's eyes lit up when she heard the word "desserts."
But she didn't answer, her gaze moving back and forth between her mother and grandma.
Sheryl noticed her little girl's dilemma so she patted her shoulders. "Do you want to grab some desserts, Shirley?"
Shirley nodded a few times, fixating her eyes on the plate on the table.
Seeing Shirley's reaction, Melissa clapped her hands and urged, "Come on! What are you waiting for?"
"Go ahead, sweetie. Don't forget to show your gratitude to your grandma." Sheryl kissed her daughter on the forehead before she let her go.
Witnessing this, Melissa was surprised that Sheryl didn't stop her kids from getting along with her. Melissa found it weird that she even told Shirley to express her gratitude.
In Melissa's perspective, Sheryl was a woman of narrow mind, so she suspected her of scheming. However, since she was unable to figure out what Sheryl was planning as of yet, Melissa decided to put it aside and braced up to cotton up with little Shirley.
With Sheryl's approval, Shirley got up and ran to the table, grabbing a piece of cake and taking a big bite. "Wow, it's extraordinary! Thank you, Grandma!" she praised sincerely.
Melissa was overwhelmed with joy upon hearing this and said, "Really? You're so sweet, my darling! Try this one. It's my favorite!" She came over to the table and picked another cake for Shirley. Then she turned to Clark and asked, "Clark, why don't you join us?"
But Clark had no interest to socialize with Melissa. He replied without looking at her, "No, thank you, Grandma. I'm not a big fan of desserts."
"Oh, my boy…" Melissa shook her head with a smile. But she didn't blame him for that and even found an excuse for him. "I remember that your father was not a fan of desserts too when he was a little boy. Like father, like son. You're an exact copy of Charles."
"Like me? In what way?" Charles' voice reached everyone in the room before he entered. He changed into a pair of slippers by the door before going inside.
Everyone's attention was on Charles as he walked into the living room.
Sheryl was surprised to see him home this early, but before she could even find an answer, Charles was already moving to the sofa where she was seated.
She felt her heart pounding wildly in her chest. Strangely, it had been a long time since she got such a feeling for her husband. It beat even faster as Charles moved to close the distance between them.
It brought her back to the days when she and Charles just started to know each other. How could the feeling of her first love cling to her until now? She chuckled and lowered her head.
"Daddy!" Shirley shouted, running to her father like a gust of wind.
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