"Charles, Aunt Melissa, you're up! Have a taste of what I have prepared for you." Leila grabbed Melissa's hand and walked her to the dining table, proud of what she had made. She was like a child showing off an artwork to her teacher. She was not yet done with bragging as she said proudly, "I learned to make this a few days ago. Aunt Melissa, have a try and if there is anything you'd like, just let me know."
Playing along, Melissa took a bite and gave her compliments generously. She even said that it was the best food she had ever tasted, and that Leila was as good as a chef in any five-star restaurant. Charles, knowing what his mother was trying to do, ignored Leila and sat down to have breakfast.
"As long as Aunt Melissa likes it!"
"Charles, what about you? Do you like it?" Leila asked him with full enthusiasm, looking forward to hearing his feedback.
However, he was unamused to see the food plated fancily on the table. For him, in spite of the presentation, it was too oily for breakfast. His face revealed his frustration for this was far from his preferred plain and simple bowls as the first meal. His brows furrowed and he unapologetically exclaimed, "It's too oily."
Charles gave Leila a cold shoulder, which embarrassed her a little. Melissa could see the budding vexation on Leila's face. Feeling sorry for her, she nudged Charles' arm and taunted, "Charles, Leila got up early to do this for us. Give her a little credit. Have a taste. Maybe it isn't as bad as you think."
"I am full!" Charles was annoyed, like a toddler being forced to eat something that he found distasteful. He put down his chopsticks and left without finishing his breakfast.
Melissa and Leila looked at each other with sheer embarrassment. This was awkward, especially for Leila. She was sad that her work wasn't appreciated even in the least regard. Melissa, still embarrassed because of her son's demeanor, asked Leila to sit with her and enjoy the breakfast prepared.
"Leila, don't be sad. Charles is busy with the divorce these days. He must be very upset. We should try to understand him." Melissa tried to find an excuse for Charles to ease Leila.
Moved by her consideration, Leila smiled at her and assured her, "Aunt Melissa, I will never blame Charles. I'm more than happy to stay with him. As long as I can be around and he doesn't kick me out, I don't care whether or not he treats me well, really."
Because of Leila's humility, Melissa felt more sorry. She knew how tough it had been for her. Leila was too sensitive to show her sadness. Melissa swore to herself that she would do whatever it takes to make Leila her daughter-in-law.
Leila swore to herself that one day she would make Charles pay for all the embarrassment he had caused her. She wasn't going through this for no reason.
"Leila, you're so thoughtful. Please believe me. Rest assured I will never do that to you," Melissa promised Leila.
She held Leila's hand and constantly petted it as a sign of her assurance.
Leila nodded at her good friend, then stepped out of the dining area after breakfast.
Today was her first day as the CEO's secretary in Shining Company. She wanted to doll up and leave a good impression on the new people she was bound to meet, so she went out to shop for the perfect outfit. For this reason, no one stopped Leila as she stepped out the door.
If only Melissa wasn't pretending that she was sick, she could have gone with Leila too.
Meanwhile, at the Cloud Advertising Company
"Sher, I heard from Clark that Lewis went to the kindergarten yesterday? Are you trying to make Lewis replace Charles? You want him to be Clark's father and take care of the kid?" Isla barged into Sheryl's office uninvited, not even caring to knock.
This was typical of Isla. Sheryl was so used to her that she would find it weird if Isla actually knocked on her door.
"What are you talking about?" Sheryl rolled her eyes at Isla and ignored her condescending question. She continued to scan her pile of files.
"I'm not joking with you, Sher! When I dropped off my kid today, I saw Joan dropping off Clark and Shirley. Clark told me about it in person. Tell me what exactly happened, please. What are you thinking? Are you considering dating Lewis?" Isla pounded Sheryl's desk in frustration and looked into her eyes, wanting to see through her.
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