The Apple of My Eye novel Chapter 974

"What's the matter?" Although the question was asked in concern, Sheryl harbored no affection for Roger and faced him with a cold expression. Not expecting to have a long conversation with him, Sheryl looked at him unheedingly.

"I just wanted to tell you…

what you saw today… it's not real," slightly stammering, Roger explained. It wasn't clear to Roger himself why he would even try to explain this to Sheryl. There was just the feeling of not wanting Sheryl to misunderstand him in such a way.

Giving a polite smile, Sheryl said, "Roger, you don't need to tell me. You should just go and explain to Helin. She's been anxiously waiting for your explanation for too long."

"It has nothing to do with Helin because I don't have any feelings for her at all," Roger explained with haste. It seemed as though he was afraid Sheryl would get too angry and just leave abruptly.

Taking two steps forward, Roger looked at Sheryl and said rather fretfully, "I never liked her from the beginning. I really don't have any feelings for her. You must believe me."

"And so what if I believe your words? Would it make a difference? You think it matters enough to change anything?" The doubt was evident in Sheryl's voice. It was still rather puzzling to her that he was even explaining anything to her at all. "I still don't quite understand why you're talking about this with me. What are you trying to do? You should talk to Helin, not me because I don't think my opinion matters much to you."

As a matter of fact, Sheryl simply decided not to believe what Roger said anymore. No matter how much he explained, she would not be convinced. Moreover, she could feel the regret of helping him in the past seeping into her chest.

Although Helin was arrogant and acted unreasonably at times, Sheryl knew that she was, deep down, a good and kind-hearted girl with real and serious feelings for Roger.

When Roger heard Sheryl's words, he smiled bitterly. Even he had to admit that regardless of whether or not he explained things clearly to Sheryl, nothing would change. There was no way Roger could change anything by merely saying a few words to the person in front of him.

Sheryl was Charles' wife; she was Mrs. Lu. All Roger could do was ask himself, 'What on earth am I expecting? What kind of fantasy do I still have about this woman?'

The answer was still lost to him, yet, he said to Sheryl with a forced smile, "I just don't want you to misunderstand me as others do. That's all."

Taking a moment to pause, Sheryl cast a cold glance at him and said, "Roger, if you really care about what I think of you, I suggest that you go and clear things up with Helin. No matter what you plan on doing, she's innocent. She's someone who's done so much for you. You shouldn't sever your relationship so easily because of such a matter. It's not fair to her. Go and have a heart-to-heart with her to deal with the problem. She needs you, you know?"

"What about you? Do you need me?"

As soon as he spoke the words, Roger was stunned by his own boldness. While he didn't know why he suddenly had the courage to say such a thing to Sheryl, he continued anyway, "What exactly do you think of me? Do you have any feelings for me?"

The daring questions were just as much of, or even more so, a shock to Sheryl. Never would she have expected him to be so brazen to ask her such things directly and she wasn't sure why he would say such things that seemed like nonsense.

As they stood in silence, both stilled from Roger's words, Sheryl's driver pulled over and stopped the car in front of them. Ignoring his aimless questions, Sheryl merely walked straight to the door of the car. As she was about to enter the vehicle, Roger got a hold of her hand in an attempt to stop her from leaving. "Sher, you haven't given me an answer..."

"Let go of me." Seeing him act like that for the first time, Sheryl was too startled and wanted to shake his hand off but failed when he gripped her hand with more force. His behavior bewildered her as she didn't even share much affinity with him at all, so him harboring any desire for her was absolutely ridiculous in her eyes.

At that moment, Roger was too much of an unpredictable man and she had to keep away from him at all costs.

Finally, once she succeeded in getting rid of his hand, she rebuked impatiently, "You disgust me. Don't make me sick."

"Sher…"

Though Roger still wanted to say something, the driver walked to him and grabbed his wrists with a surprising force as he pinned them behind his back, pushing his head down onto the surface of the car. Before Roger even comprehended what was happening, the driver had him under control.

Sheryl took the opportunity to get into the car and slammed the door shut.