Charles agreed and told Charlie,"Okay, I'm leaving now. Please don't forget to call me."
"Okay," Charlie politely answered. Charles stopped for a while and looked back to Charlie, then waved goodbye. Charlie nodded and waved back. As Charles was about to open the door, Leila tried to grab his right arm to stop him from leaving, but Charlie was quick to stop her. "Enough! Don't you feel ashamed?" he sharply whispered in a cold tone.
Startled, Leila murmured,"I...I just want to..." Leila watched intently as the door was opened and then closed by Charles. Her knees faltered. Then little by little, she squatted on the floor while Charlie supported her as she slid. She wanted to drag down Charlie with her so she could ask why he didn't help her in stopping Charles from leaving. But she melted as she gazed at Charlie's face and recognized the striking resemblance with Charles'.
Charlie went to the kitchen and came back shortly with a glass of water. "Here, please drink this." Then he added solemnly,"What if you managed to make him stay? He would be physically present but his heart would be somewhere. So, you won't achieve anything even if he is here."
Nobody could ever imagine that a kid could utter such words like an experienced man. Leila pulled him abruptly and said,"Yes, I can't make him stay, but you can!"
Leila felt so convinced that Charlie was her last chance to get Charles and she was determined to make full use of it.
She grasped Charlie's right hand tightly and bitterly said,"Listen, you are his son. If you have asked him to stay, he would have been obliged to. Why didn't you do it?"
"What would you do if I did make him stay?" Charlie confusedly inquired. "What do you want to do next?" he followed up.
Leila was visibly surprised by Charlie's questions. "I..." She suddenly lost her words and became speechless. She had to admit that she could not do anything to make Charles fall for her. She knew that Charles didn't love her, and his unwavering affection was still with Autumn, his dead wife.
She once was very confident that Charles would learn to love her if she persisted. But she was wrong. She only proved to him that she was an unscrupulous woman after all the flirty efforts she exerted.
Charlie sighed deeply and said,"Please think it over. I'm already tired and sleepy. I'm going to bed. Good night."
Leila nodded and lovingly replied,"Good night, Charlie. Let us just pretend that this did not happen okay?" Alone, she couldn't help but wonder, 'Apart from Charles, there are so many good and attractive men out there. Why can't I teach myself to just love somebody else?'
From a squatting position, Leila decided to sit on the floor. For a long time, she stayed there still trying to figure out whether she would continue being persistent or just give it all up. Then, the phone rang.
She got up and walked to the phone. She picked it up and with a gloomy voice answered,"Hello." Chris was at the other end of the line. Chris didn't notice Leila's sullen mood and asked directly,"Did my brother leave?"
"He left," Leila answered.
"Great! Hey Leila, I just had this very good idea to make my brother fall for you," Chris excitedly told Leila.
She thought Leila would be ecstatic to hear her idea but Leila just sneered and asked,"Really? You said the same words last time."
With no more cards to play, Leila was already hopeless.
She failed miserably in her last attempt to captivate Charles. Truly heartbroken and desperate, Leila even wished to die.
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