The Apple of My Eye novel Chapter 2067

Isla kept throwing a barrage of persistent questions. "We've been friends for a long time, Sheryl, and we both know I'm more stubborn than you. I won't stop asking until you tell me," she paused for a moment before continuing, "What happened between you and Charles? I saw him and Melissa just now. They looked so anxious about you."

Sheryl avoided her eyes and simply shook her head silently. Even she didn't know what had happened. Everything that happened just seemed to confuse her even more. She remembered how Charles had come running into the hotel room to save her. Did that mean he still had feelings for her?

But then he still lived with Vicky. Sheryl didn't understand the motives behind his actions. Just what did he want to do? What was he thinking?

These conflicting thoughts whirled inside her head, entangling into a mass of confusion that she couldn't find her way out of. Tightening her knuckles, she struggled to control herself. "Maybe... maybe, he's afraid of dragging the reputation of the Shining Company down. After all, I was his wife, and I'm still his children's mother," she said to Isla.

Isla saw the logic behind her words. It wouldn't be a far-fetched possibility. "You might be right. It seems that you owe him one this time," she replied.

Her eyes trailed over her friend's hunched form. She looked tired. Sheryl didn't look into her eyes, but she knew the turmoil she would find in them. In a softer voice, she added, "You can't forget Charles, can you?"

Her response was quick. "No." Almost too quick. "It's not that. I don't even like him anymore." Raising a hand, Sheryl touched Isla's back. It was her own problem. She didn't want Isla to worry about her.

"Are you sure?" Isla asked again, this time looking into Sheryl's eyes.

Sheryl nodded firmly, hoping it would be enough to convince Isla.

Isla wanted to press her further, to make her talk and ask her more questions, but she looked at her friend's pale skin, shadows under her eyes and on her cheeks as if her strength itself was receding. All words died on her throat. She bit her lips and remained silent.

All of a sudden, the door opened to reveal an anxious-looking Cassie. She was chasing her breath as she stood in front of the ward, her eyes shifting from one woman to the other. At once, she began to relax, her shoulders sagging forward in relief.

"Sher, are you alright? I was so scared. I thought something was wrong when I read the news. Nick knows. He's on the way to the hospital right now. What happened?" Cassie threw another slew of questions as soon as she got in. She frowned and regarded Sheryl warily, silently inspecting her from head to toe for bruises.

Her expression turned to worry as she looked at her.

Isla remained silent, waiting for Sheryl to explain.

Sheryl felt uncomfortable as two pairs of eyes stared fixedly at her. The seconds grew heavier as the silence stretched. Unable to bear it any longer and left with no other choice, she sighed. "I am fine. Don't worry about the news. You should tell Nick that I'm alright. There is no reason he should be coming here."

"Sher, you know he won't listen." Cassie looked at Sheryl helplessly.

Nick cared about Sheryl very much. They all knew it.

In truth, Sheryl had always felt grateful and fortunate for this. She wasn't Nick's sister, but he treated her as his own.

"All right. Let him come then," she conceded.

It was still work hours, so Cassie couldn't stay for long. After making sure Sheryl was alright, she left to go back to work. Isla stayed with Sheryl.

Time passed peacefully, and Isla began to feel the tug of sleep. She and Aron had attended a business meeting until late last night. In the quiet of the ward, her fatigue had caught up to her. Soon enough, she was dozing off.

Isla was already sleeping when Nick rushed into the ward, but she didn't stir.

Sheryl gestured for Nick to lower his voice as soon as she saw him. Pointing to Isla, she said, "Be quiet. She fell asleep just now."

Nick nodded and came closer to take Sheryl's hands in his own. "Sher, how do you feel?' he asked, his voice nervous.

If he could find that bastard, Damian, he would surely beat him up.

Sheryl couldn't help but smile at Nick's expression. "Nick, don't look so scared. I'm okay," she assured him.