Charles wasn't planning to go to Sheryl's room. All he really wanted was to pass by and make sure that the past incident wouldn't happen again. What he didn't expect was for Sheryl to walk out of her ward, especially this early in the morning.
The two stood there like flustered teenagers, as silence fell on them.
"What are you doing here?" Sheryl broke the silence.
Charles coughed, rubbing the back of his neck. "I just wanted to pay you a visit. Can't I?"
"You do what you do." She shrugged, averting her gaze at something else. She just couldn't bring herself to talk to him face to face. Whenever she'd see his familiar smile, she'd only be back to her awkward self again.
With one look at his smile, Sheryl couldn't help but scowl. 'Did he come here just to laugh at me?'
"Sheryl, can't we talk?" Charles frowned, eyebrows furrowing when he noticed Sheryl's darkened expression.
"Mr. Lu, I have nothing to discuss with you." Sheryl put a hand on the door to support herself as she backed away, raising a hand to further keep herself from Charles. She just couldn't be at ease with him, at least, not right now.
"Sher, I care for you." Charles moved forward, running a hand through his hair. He just didn't understand why Sheryl hated him this much. Where did he go wrong?
"If you don't have anything else to say, then I suggest you go home. You look tired." Sheryl pointed at the door, gesturing for him to leave. However, he didn't move one inch from where he was standing.
Charles stared in disbelief. He didn't know what to do anymore, or how to explain himself to Sheryl when he didn't know what was going on. He loved her, and he never forgot about her, but this time around, maybe she was the one who had forgotten.
Looking at her reddened face and angry glare, he felt helpless. Back then, Charles would wrap himself around Sheryl to comfort her. However, now, it seemed as if they were on two opposite ends of a plane.
"I..."
Sheryl interrupted, sneering. "What do you want? I've told you to leave, haven't I? Leave, Charles."
One look at her, and he knew she was serious.
Knowing that he couldn't convince her otherwise, he gave a sigh and left the hospital without turning back. Maybe it was better this way.
Standing at the entrance of the hospital, Charles kept silent, a dark look grazing past his face.
If looks could kill, the car in front of him would've already erupted into flames, David observed–hesitating as he stood beside Charles. Taking a chance, he asked bravely, "Mr. Lu, what happened back there?"
Charles raised his head as if broken from a daze. "I don't think she has feelings for me anymore." He sighed. "We're drifting apart."
"Don't worry, Mr. Lu. I'm sure she'll understand your intentions, sooner or later." David didn't know what to say. There was a reason why he didn't pursue being a relationship adviser, given his lack of knowledge on these things. He patted Charles' shoulder, albeit awkwardly.
Charles stayed silent, continuing to stare in the direction of Sheryl's ward before turning to David.
"Let's go back to the Shining Company."
"Yes, Mr. Lu."
Charles was frowning the whole drive. David didn't know what else to do but drive as fast as he could. He didn't want to see his boss like this. He knew how important Sheryl was to him.
In the ward, Sheryl was also feeling anxious after Charles had dropped by. As much as she tried to steady herself, she just couldn't calm down.
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