The Apple of My Eye novel Chapter 1790

Isla walked past Phoebe, smiled at her, and said, "Don't worry. Sheryl will be fine. I'll talk to her."

"Okay, Ms. Zhao. I'll book your favorite western dish for lunch," Phoebe exclaimed.

Phoebe felt assured to hear that Isla would talk to Sheryl. The first thing that popped into her head was to do something to make the day more endearing for both Isla and Sheryl. Hence, she offered to order their favorite dish for lunch.

"Phoebe, you seem to be so concerned about Sheryl. Why don't you care as much for me?" Isla feigned displeasure on her face.

Phoebe pulled her face and smirked at Isla.

Her reaction did not go unnoticed. Isla smiled as she watched Phoebe from the corner of her eye; while she strode ahead to Sheryl's office. Taking long brisk steps, Isla barged in without even bothering to knock on the door.

Inside Sheryl's office, she was lost in thought. The sudden intrusion pulled her back from her reverie, and she stiffened her torso immediately as a mark of alertness. She raised her head and saw that it was Isla who had barged in. 'Right, it would be her. Who else would be so rude?' Sheryl thought to herself flippantly.

Isla had a stiff frown on her angry face.

"Isla, can you enter my office in a more polite manner?" Sheryl said indifferently.

"Sheryl, what's wrong with you?" Isla out rightly ignored Sheryl's question and continued to stare at her, feigning an angry look.

Sheryl was bewildered for a moment and looked at Isla's face for a clue. Then, she guessed that Phoebe must have told Isla something. Knowing that Isla would not let this pass so easily, Sheryl heaved a sigh and answered slowly, "Clark said that he wanted to see Charles today. I didn't know how to tell him."

Isla's face turned grim as she heard Sheryl speak. She pulled a chair in front of Sheryl's desk and heaved a sigh. With the frown still there on her face, she looked intently at Sheryl's face and said, "What are your thoughts? It is okay to let Charles see the kids, but you have to think carefully about how you're going to handle the relationship between you and Charles."

All of a sudden, Isla became serious, and Sheryl felt as if the final bell in the examination had rung, and she was yet to complete her paper. The feeling of ultimatum stung deep in her heart. She wasn't prepared for that yet. 'Isla is right. It is high time that I make up my mind. I can't keep dragging this out anymore. It seems to be our destiny to be separated. So why procrastinate? It's better to break up with him as soon as possible. Neither Charles nor I can make the final decision. That's why the matter is still dragging, ' Sheryl thought.

"Rest assured Isla. I know what to do." Sheryl forced a smile on her face as she tried to speak with confidence. But her voice trembled, revealing her weakness.

Isla had her eyes fixed on Sheryl's face as she knew that Sheryl was just pretending to be alright. 'Oh, my goodness! She's saying the same thing again. When can she just change and tell me the truth?' Isla roared in her heart.

She was irritated to see Sheryl in the same indecisive condition. Suddenly, Isla rose from her seat and banged her hands down on the table in a great fury.

Sheryl jumped with surprise in her seat as it was unexpected. She looked at Isla with her eyes wide open in disbelief. Sheryl then feigned a pitiable expression on her face and said, "My dear, why are you so angry?"

"Stop that Sheryl! Come on! I don't believe that you can handle everything this well. Just tell me! What do you really think about your relationship with Charles?"

Isla was point-blank and blunt in her approach. She knew that as long as Leila was entangled with Charles in some way or the other, he would never be able to love Sheryl wholeheartedly. Hence, given the situation, it would be better for Sheryl to stay away from Charles. Even though it was quite unfortunate for Charles and Sheryl, who were so deeply in love with each other, to part ways like that. Nevertheless, it would ensure one thing—at least Sheryl wouldn't get hurt anymore.

However, Sheryl was still indecisive about the whole thing, and she felt extremely weary, even thinking along those lines. Hence, when Isla forced her to think about this issue, she really had no idea what to do. She just wanted to end their conversation. At last, she said in a serious tone, "Isla, I understand that you're worried about me. But trust me, please. I know what I should do. Alright?"

Sheryl's face had turned absolutely grim as she spoke. Isla had never seen her like that. She felt that Sheryl was trying to create a wall around her so that no one could barge in. Isla kept staring at Sheryl with her mouth agape.

Rising from her chair, Sheryl slowly walked over to Isla. She held Isla's hand and beamed at her. "Dear Isla, don't you trust me?"