His Real Wedded Bride

Chapter 1280 Mischief Making

Instead of speaking directly, Irina beat around the bush, annoying Melissa even further than she

already was.

Noticing the other's impatience, Irina leaned in close to say, "Earlier this morning, I saw Sheryl with a

young man I've never seen before. They looked rather intimate. They were sitting very close to each

other—whispering things. I couldn't hear them clearly, but I vaguely heard them mentioning Charles.

And that's not all—before they parted, the man grabbed Sheryl's hands. They looked at each other as

if…

as if they were lovers! I think—"

"What?! What did you just say?" Melissa abruptly interrupted her. Anger consumed her. How could

Sheryl do that behind Charles' back? 'We haven't even completely driven her away from the Lu family,

yet she just couldn't wait to cheat on her husband? Shameless cunt!' Melissa cursed her strongly in her

heart.

The news left Melissa feeling utterly anxious and irritated. If Sheryl had been more discreet, they could NôvelDrama.Org is the owner.

probably turn a blind eye to it. But she didn't expect her to be so shameless as to flaunt her affair out in

public. Worst of all, Irina saw them—she always had a big mouth. Who knew what she would say to

other people? There was no question that Sheryl disgraced the whole Lu family.

"Mrs. Huang, regarding this issue…"

Suddenly, Melissa hesitated as she considered how to convince Irina to keep her mouth shut about the

scandal.

Meanwhile, Irina gloated inside as she witnessed Melissa's flustered expression. She was an arrogant

woman in front of her, someone who was used to always bossing people around, and Irina finally got

the upper hand. After revealing the information she had, Melissa would owe her a favor for keeping the

scandal secret.

"Don't worry, Mrs. Lu. You're the only other one who knows about it. I promise I won't tell anybody else.

I came here today to tell you about it because we're friends. I suggest you be prepared for it…Just in

case anything happens, of course. Don't you agree?"

"Yes, you're right, Mrs. Huang. Thank you so much!" Melissa exclaimed.

"But frankly speaking, a woman like Sheryl doesn't deserve your son at all. Does he know of her affair?

What will he think of her now? Mrs. Lu, you must protect your family's name. You can't let Sheryl get

away with this! I say—"

"I will handle the matters regarding my wife, Mrs. Huang. You don't need to worry about us." Before

Irina could finish her statement, a man's voice interrupted her.

The two exchanged startled looks at each other—they didn't realize that Charles had been standing in

the doorway.

That left Irina embarrassed. After all, she only dared to speak ill of Sheryl in front of Melissa because

she knew that the woman hated her. Charles' arrival was completely unexpected—she began to panic.

The man was known to love his wife more than anything else, including his own mother. Having

slandering against his wife behind his back, Irina knew that he would hate her for sure.

Still, she wasn't certain about how much he had heard.

Both Irina and Melissa wondered about how long he had been standing there, listening to their

conversation. In Melissa's case, she hoped that Charles was there all along so that she wouldn't have

to repeat herself. Since Melissa wasn't the one telling the story, she thought that the news would surely

sound more credible to him.

Taking a careful look at Charles, Irina shied away from his cold stare and stood up abruptly before

mumbling, "Mr. Lu, Mrs. Lu…I need to go now. Goodbye!"

"Mrs. Huang, wait—" Wanting to get more proof for the story, Melissa hoped she would stay longer.

Clearly, her next move was to urge Charles to drive Sheryl away from the family once and for all.

"Bye." As Irina rushed out, Charles even opened the door for her.

After she left, Charles' demeanor turned colder than it already was. "Mom, I don't ever want to hear

anyone speak ill of Sheryl."

"What do you mean?" As he defended his wife, Melissa's anger flared up even more, and her face

turned red in fury. "You heard it yourself. I wasn't the one talking trash about her. Irina saw Sheryl with

her own eyes. Your wife is cheating on you! She humiliated my family in public. Are you still going to

turn a blind eye to this?"

A hint of sadness flashed across Charles' eyes but he replied resolutely, "This conversation is over. As

for Mrs. Huang, I will tell her husband to keep her mouth shut about this whole thing. Don't mention it

ever again."

"You…" Even as Melissa sat there, angry as ever, Charles turned around the moment she started

talking back at him.

Unable to do anything as she watched Charles' figure walk away, Melissa couldn't help throwing a

pillow onto the floor in frustration.

Meanwhile, outside Holley's apartment, Black held Holley's shoulders intimately close. Unlike the last

time they were there, he was now her boyfriend. Although Holley was more than ready to go home and

tuck herself in, Black seemed unwilling to let go of her just yet.

Holley's bare skin was soft and delicate under the touch of his palm. It felt like a piece of silk that he

couldn't help rubbing over and over again.

Even though Holley was no longer considered a young girl, she still managed to look too young and

beautiful for her age, having put great efforts into her skincare and fitness. With her slim figure and fair,

delicate skin, she practically glowed under the light.

After he spent a day with her, Black's feelings for Holley grew stronger. By the time they reached her

door, he was already obsessed—he wanted to have all of her. With Holley enveloped in his arms, he let

himself imagine her beautiful body beneath him in bed.

However, Holley wanted to go home. He couldn't just keep her standing outside with him any longer.

"Bye, have a safe trip home." It was rather a struggle as Holley squirmed out of his hold before waving

goodbye.

Still, Black was unwilling to give up. So he went ahead and suggested, "Holley, aren't you going to

invite me into your home? I'd love to take a look at your place."

It took all everything for Holley to keep her sneer in her head. This was a man's nature, after all.

Acting like a maiden, she smiled bashfully and lowered her head. "Black, I don't want things to go so

fast. Please give me some time, won't you?"

Luckily, Black was smart enough to understand what she really meant. Not wanting to push her too

much, he resigned and nodded with a smile.

With that, Holley turned around and finally entered the building. As soon as she left, Black began to

plan for their next date.

Even if they hadn't officially talked about it, Black considered them to be in a proper relationship. A

girlfriend like Holley was more than he could ever imagine—she was both beautiful and capable, and

the mere thought of her made him smile.

Unfortunately for Black, Holley never truly saw him as a boyfriend. The entire thing was merely one of

her tactics, and he swallowed the bait too easily. While he considered their date to be the beginning of

their loving relationship, Holley simply put on a good show.

The next day, Holley had to stay at work until very late. It suddenly occurred to her that she hadn't yet

paid Bernard for his services. Thanks to the evidence he procured, she got out of jail time. Feeling

grateful to him once again, she called Bernard to meet.

In the afternoon, when Holley met him, his expression was as solemn and serious as usual.

Without any small talk or niceties, Holley directly transferred the payment to him without telling him that

she put in a little extra more than she initially promised.

"Bernard, thank you for the evidence. Without it, I would probably still be in prison," Holley said.

Without a word, he merely nodded.