As she continued to ponder, she had another thought. 'But why would they even sleep together if they didn't love each other?'
There were so many questions she wanted to ask. But since she had only met Charles, Sheryl decided it was best to keep her doubts to herself.
Unsure how to respond, Charles did note a hint of discontent in the woman's eyes and assumed she was busy thinking. But he didn't want to destroy the pleasant atmosphere, so he finally dropped the subject.
"It doesn't matter. We have lots of time in the future to discuss this," he told himself.
He was convinced this misunderstanding between them will eventually be settled.
It was already 8:00 pm when the three arrived at the amusement park. Both adults and children crowded the place. Sheryl might be a mother herself, but the park remained to be an obsession.
They tried out as many as possible of Charlie's favorite entertainment activities. When Sheryl walked past the Ferris wheel, she paused and stared at it longingly.
Noting her expression, Charles went straight to the ticket booth to secretly purchase three tickets. He then grabbed her hand and pulled her. "Follow me. We're riding that!" he exclaimed, pointing to the Ferris wheel.
"Oh, no…" Sheryl replied, as she tried to pull her hand from his grasp. "We should let Charlie decide what he wants to do," she argued weakly. Her expression, however, showed she wanted to get on that ride.
"I already bought the tickets. We can't get a refund," Charles retorted. "Besides, Charlie told me he wanted to go on a Ferris Wheel ride, right son?" he added.
Father winked at son, and the boy immediately understood what he had to do next. He moved beside Sheryl and took her other hand. "Sher, I love the Ferris wheel and I would love to have a ride. Will you please come with me?" he asked sweetly.
Looking at Charlie's eyes full of excitement, she found it hard to deny his request so she eventually agreed. Besides, she truly wanted to get on the Ferris wheel, too. "Okay then. Let's try it out," she turned to Charles.
Charles initially thought the passenger car could only carry three people. But with so many tourists who wanted a ride, the guide squeezed in two more with them. Sheryl was forced to a corner and felt a bit awkward.
To prevent the other passengers from bumping into Charlie and Sheryl, Charles stretched his arms to cordon them off. Charlie wasn't a fan of the Ferris wheel, thinking it was only for timid girls. But as they began to ascend and the panoramic view of Y City unfolded before his eyes, he was in awe. Woman and boy laid their hands on the window, and together they looked down at the city with enchanted expressions. Charles felt a lump in his throat as he watched the two looking so thrilled.
Sheryl was intently observing the evening landscape, oblivious that for someone else's eyes, she had become the view.
Even as it took a great effort to keep the two other people in the car from getting close to Sheryl, Charles still managed to stare at her affectionately.
As he watched Sheryl with admiration, Charles had an impulse to gather the woman in his arms, but through sheer will remained at a polite distance. To Charles, it still didn't seem real to have his beloved standing next to him. What felt more real was the fear that Sheryl could again disappear in an instant.
On the other hand, Sheryl enjoyed the ride tremendously. Each time she found the landscape fascinating, she would turn around to share it with Charles. Shocked to see the affection in the man's eyes, Sheryl quickly averted her gaze. Composing herself, she turned to look at Charles again. "Miss Xia, I never expected you to be so interested in the Ferris wheel," he said with a charming smile. The affection and eagerness in his eyes were slowly vanishing.
"Most girls dream of being in a romantic atmosphere like this," she said simply. More quietly, but with a dreamy look in her eyes, Sheryl added,"I do, too."
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