The Apple of My Eye novel Chapter 2132

"Don't be afraid. I'm here with you." Charles coaxingly held Sheryl's soft body tightly as if his life depended on her. His eyes brimmed with love.

Soon after Sheryl calmed down, she immediately turned around. Out of her anxiousness, she unknowingly clenched her fists and punched Charles on the chest, before mumbling, "Why did you scare me? Why have you pretended to be unconscious for so long? Why?"

Charles could feel that Sheryl had been very nervous recently. So at the moment, he didn't stop her. Pangs of sadness arose in him as he sensed there must be much that had been bottled up in her heart. Nothing mattered to him now but to have her vent it all out.

To him, Sheryl's punch was nothing but like a mere scratch. Though it could do no damage to his physical body, it did hurt his heart immensely. Every fist that landed right on his chest made his heart ache. He could feel the pain and grievance she had gone through during his absence. The anguish was too much, and it cut deeply into his soul.

Eventually, Sheryl's gamut of emotions subsided as she felt both of her hands get numb. She now had no strength left to throw one more punch. Gathering herself, she slowly raised her big watery eyes and gazed up at Charles.

His eyes were full of tenderness, which was all too familiar to her. As silence engulfed them, their eyes locked for a while. Sheryl caught herself staring at him before she burst into tears in Charles' arms. She couldn't bear it any longer.

"Why... Why did you do this to me? Why? Why did you..." Sheryl continued to cry and curse. She wanted all the grievances that had accumulated in her heart to gush out. She needed to get all her anguish off her chest.

Charles raised his hand to stroke Sheryl's soft hair and spoke gently, "I know I was wrong. If you want to beat me or scold me, just do it. I promise I won't fight back."

Hearing his words, Sheryl could no longer hold back her tears and started crying again. 'What the hell is wrong with him? How could he still be in the mood to joke?' she thought to herself, as she noted the flippant tone from Charles' words.

"Charles, Clark, our son, is missing..." Sheryl sobbed, unable to control her fear and pain as she thought of her missing son.

Charles held her face in both hands as he tilted her chin to meet his gaze. Wiping the tears from the corners of her eyes, he said gently, "I know."

"You know it? When did you know it?" Sheryl asked in surprise.

Charles hesitated for a while. He refused to tell her the truth, so he lied instead, "I just got it from David."

"Oh, how does David know?" Sheryl probed.

Charles suddenly felt uncomfortable, so he changed the topic. "Sher, I probably know who kidnapped Clark and why they did that."

"Really? You know that?" The confusion was written all over her face. She had so many questions running in her mind, and she couldn't put them into words. There was so much that she wanted to ask, but she didn't know how to start. In the end, she managed to mumble her words short and clean, right to the point.

Charles nodded and explained, "Actually, they are coming for me. All the things they have done are targeted at me."

"Then what should we do? It's been a while since Clark disappeared. And there is still no news from him. The kidnappers didn't even call me. I'm really afraid that they will harm Clark..." Sheryl was worried about her son. She couldn't calm down as she thought of the worst situation her son might be facing.

"Don't panic. Clark is not their target. Trust me, they will contact us," Charles calmly assured.

Although Sheryl found herself admiring Charles for staying calm and in control in the face of danger, she couldn't bring herself to act like him as it concerned their son's safety.

"Then we can only wait for the call?" Sheryl fretted.

Charles briefly nodded and asserted, "We have to be sure of what they will do next by anticipating their next move, so we can brace ourselves up for them."