The Apple of My Eye novel Chapter 1714

"Sheryl, why don't you give Charles a chance? Talk to him," Isla finally said and turned to look at Sheryl. It was obvious that Sheryl was still in love with Charles. Otherwise, she wouldn't be in so much pain.

"That won't be necessary. I have nothing to explain, besides, for men, sex comes first. He doesn't care if I decide to leave. He only cares about the kids!" Sheryl explained, forcing a smile. She tried her best to sound like it was not a big deal, but her tone betrayed her, so she looked away.

Isla felt bad when she heard the sadness in Sheryl's words. Gently patting Sheryl's left hand, she said, "Sheryl, no matter what you decide to do, I will be here to support you!"

"Isla, don't worry about me. I will move on. Believe me, I can do this!" Sheryl never tried to hide her love for Charles because it was so deep. It was not like she could just forget him as she wished. He would always hold a special place in her heart.

"Yes, I know you can." Isla replied, giving her a reassuring smile.

Cloud Advertising Company had a lot of business clients recently. Isla tried to leave most of them to Sheryl because she knew that keeping her busy would take her mind off the sad things happening in her life. Therefore, Isla had a lot of free time, while Sheryl was as busy as a bee.

At the Dream Garden

Charles just got home from work. Entering the living room, he handed his coat to Nancy, who was waiting by the door. Melissa saw him the moment he came in and welcomed him in a gentle voice, "Charles, you're home. How was your day today? Are you tired?"

"No," Charles replied, his expression was blank.

Hearing such a short response, Melissa felt worried. She had worked out their plan smoothly with Leila the other night, but since then, Charles seemed to have been down in the dumps.

"Charles, you're making me worry. I hate seeing you so gloomy." Taking Charles' hand, Melissa tried to stop him as he was about to go upstairs.

"Mom, what else do you want me to do?" Charles impatiently asked his mother.

As if on cue, Melissa covered her chest and started coughing.

Seeing his mother coughing endlessly, Charles suddenly felt worried. He completely forgot about his earlier coldness to her, and concern was now written all over his face.

"Mom, are you okay?"

"You are making me deliberately angry. Maybe you really want me to be sick. Am I right? I'm your mother. You're my son. Do you think I would do anything to harm you?" Looking at Charles, Melissa did her best to convince him.

"Mom, what are you talking about? Why don't you sit down and take a moment's rest first? Here, let me help you," Charles offered.

He knew about his mother's poor health condition. At the same time, he also knew that his mother hated Sheryl like sin. It upset Charles that Melissa was urging him to divorce Sheryl, using her illness to constantly bring it up. But the truth was, Charles didn't want to divorce Sheryl, so he avoided the discussion whenever he could.

Charles assisted Melissa as she sat down on the sofa, asking Nancy to get her a glass of water.

"Mom, drink this," Charles said softly, feeling worried as he handed Melissa the glass.

"Charles, I don't want to pressure you. As you know, Sheryl doesn't want to stay with you anymore. And since you and Leila already slept together, don't you think it's only right that you marry her?" Melissa commented sincerely.

Thinking about what his mother just said, Charles knew that she was right. But he couldn't just move on and marry Leila. So every time she mentioned it, he would remain silent.

Melissa knew that she should stop now, saying more wouldn't help. "Well." Melissa sighed. "Do whatever you like. It's not like I will have many years left. Just do as you please!"

"Mom, please. Don't worry about me and Sheryl. I will handle that." Furrowing his eyebrows, Charles looked at his mother patiently.

Charles felt that he was in a difficult position. Everyone kept pushing and forcing him to make a decision now. He was used to it before, but now it was different.

"Ahem! Ahem!" Melissa started to cough again. She looked miserable.