His Real Wedded Bride

Chapter 1334 Tell Me Your Sufferings

"Bye, Mom and Dad."

"Bye, Clark and Shirley. Have a nice day in school."

"Okay." Shirley blew her parents a lovely kiss as she got into the car. At the same time, Clark ran to his

parents wearing a shy expression as he hugged them before he silently got in.

Sheryl momentarily felt lost since she was unable to send her children to school today. That was one

thing she loved the most being a mother to these two beautiful kids.

That morning, Charles and Sheryl were waiting patiently in the dining room. It had been a long time

before Melissa and Leila came into view. Their pace was unusually slow as they came in with their

arms linked together.

Melissa seemed to be not aware that she was late, completely ignoring Sheryl and Charles. And

without uttering any apologies, she uncaringly went straight to sit down and start eating her breakfast.

Seeing Melissa acting in such a way, Sheryl felt upset. She was too disappointed in missing her chance

to send her children to school just because she wanted to have breakfast with Melissa. Regret filled her

when it turned out that Charles' mother completely ignored her presence. It made her feel unhappy as

if a thorn was stuck in her throat.

Across her, Melissa was chatting happily with Leila while eating, not even sparing her a glance.

"Aunt Melissa, how was your sleep last night?" asked Leila.

"Not bad. Thank you for your concern. This vanilla cake tastes good. Have a try."

Melissa then cheerfully offered the cake to Leila, still completely ignoring the rest.

Sheryl started to be noticeably discomfited by Melissa's behavior, which made her feel like a stranger.

She had the urge to leave, but she decided to finish her breakfast first. So she resorted to gobble her

food as quickly as possible.

Charles was not oblivious to the scene unfolding before him, as he quietly held Sheryl's hand under the

table. He could sense how this made Sheryl feel awkward and upset. He squeezed her hand and gave

her an assuring look. Just right at the moment when Sheryl raised her eyes to look at Charles with

curiosity, she heard him speak.

"Mom, Sher and I, have been waiting for you the entire morning to have breakfast. If you get up late in

the future, you can have it in your room and save us from waiting for you. We're so hungry right now,"

Charles expressed in a light tone, looking straight at Melissa.

Melissa didn't expect that her son would embarrass her in public in such a rude manner. She couldn't

take it. She just got up a little bit late. What was the big deal? Why did he make a fuss out of it?

No matter how angry Melissa got, she wouldn't dare to show it to Charles.

Though he was her son, she sometimes feared for his coldness, just like now.

Sheryl turned a deaf ear to everything Charles just said. He was right anyway, and she tacitly agreed

with him. Melissa was too selfish after all as she never considered other people's feelings.

"Charles, don't blame your mother. She didn't get up late intentionally. The truth was, she was ill

yesterday, so she slept very late. She had no idea you were waiting for her downstairs. If she knew,

she would get up early no matter how tired she was," Leila interjected, coming to the rescue. This content © Nôv/elDr(a)m/a.Org.

She thought it was a perfect explanation, which not only disclosed to Charles, that Melissa was ill last

night but also might seek Charles attention and concern. Most importantly, it explained why Melissa

was late for breakfast.

"Aunt Melissa, don't be angry. Charles means nothing with it. He is just too anxious."

But neither of them gave a response to Leila. What was more, Charles seemed not to listen to a single

word she uttered. He was unaffected as he was enjoying his breakfast at leisure. Leila let out a smile in

embarrassment and awkwardly lowered her head.

Leila's comforting words failed in calming Melissa down. She threw a glare at Sheryl as if she was

complaining that everything happened was Sheryl's fault.

Sensing Melissa's vicious glare, Sheryl sat straighter subconsciously. And to her surprise, she now felt

much more pleased. When she saw that Melissa had to suppress her anger, the upsetting feeling she

was harboring against the unhappy event of that entire morning seemed to vanish in no time.

Soon after breakfast, Charles rushed to Shining Company. He was late because of his mother.

After Charles left, Sheryl didn't want to stay at home with Leila.

So she prepared herself and hurriedly left to go to her company too.

"Hello, Ms. Xia." The security greeted her when she just showed up at the entrance of the Cloud

Advertising Company. This familiar voice made her feel at ease. She felt the company was warmer

than a family should be.

Sheryl smiled and nodded at the security before she stepped in.

All of the security personnel had a good impression of Sheryl because she always smiled at them

politely. She was gentle and harmless, not to mention that she was tall, slim, and beautiful.

They had seen too many people. Some were too busy for their lives, and didn't have time to cast a look

at them—people meant nothing for them. Some who felt superior looked down upon them. But Sheryl

was an exception. She always treated them as her colleagues and generally was nice to them.

"Sher, you're finally here! I'm so exhausted. The customers are too hard to deal with. They almost

drove me crazy. Come on. Give me some comfort."

As soon as Sheryl stood at her door, she already heard Isla's voice. It was as if Isla was expecting her.

She decided not to tease her looking at how frantic her friend look that moment. She watched her

walking towards her hurriedly as her heels roared like a thunderbolt against the floor.

"All right. I know it already. Come to sit and take a good rest." Sheryl closed the office door and pushed

Isla into the office.

Isla failed to see Sheryl's face clearly because she was too far away. And now that she was so close to

her, Sheryl's dark eye circles frightened her. "Sher, you didn't sleep last night? Take a mirror and look at

yourself. You have that dark eye circles which are way darker than that of a panda!"

Sheryl rubbed her eyes and managed to force a reply. "Tell me about it. I'm so depressed to death!"

Something had happened! Isla knew that it must be about Charles again, whenever she saw Sheryl

looked helpless. Did he hurt her again?

"Sher, what happened?" Isla probed at her carefully while she was observing Sheryl's reaction.

Suddenly, Sheryl leaned her head against her shoulder, seeming like to draw some strength from her.

She rarely saw Sheryl as fragile as now.

"Isla, I'm tired," Sheryl murmured, rubbing her head on Isla's shoulder.

Isla held Sheryl, waiting for her to continue silently. If she would like to pour her heart out, Isla would be

the best listener. But if Sheryl didn't want to say anything, Isla would comfortingly hug her.

The best friendship between two women would be like this. When Sheryl needed her, she would be

there for her, listening to whatever she said. She would be with her all the time.