His Real Wedded Bride

Chapter 1338 Not Know How To Do

Now Charles glared at him with sharp eyes, and he squirmed with embarrassment, not knowing how to

deal with this situation. He was hoping that other people here could break the silence and move on to

the next topic.

However, to his disappointment, everyone else had no intention of helping him out of it. They just stood

aside and watched. They would by no means ruin this chance to see some fun.

But it surprised them that Charles didn't say anything more, but picked up the wine glass on the table

and filled it with wine. Then with one gulp, he emptied the glass before slapping it down on the table.

"It's my bad. That's my apology." After saying that, Charles left the room immediately and didn't even

bother to look back.

Everyone left at the room whispered to one another after Charles left. The man who had challenged Content (C) Nôv/elDra/ma.Org.

Charles wiped the sweats off his forehead and sat down in fear. He collected himself for a while before

joining the party again. From that moment on, he thought it was a bad idea challenging Charles like

that and never in his entire life would he dare do that again.

The driver hadn't expected that Charles would come back so soon. But before he could even make a

reaction or even greet him at that, Charles had opened the back door and got in.

"Mr. Lu?" The driver looked back at Charles who was tensely seated in the back seat and didn't know

why he came back ahead of the schedule. Thus, he had no idea where he should go.

"Go home now," Charles said and closed his eyes to have some rest. He was so exhausted and he felt

a little dizzy and had a headache after drinking the glass of wine all in one go.

On their way home, while the car moved steadily on the road, Charles' mind was occupied as to what

might have happened way back home.

At the Dream Garden, where everything looked fine and calm at the outside, Melissa was still swearing

at Sheryl and Leila joined her from time to time. She too was cursing and cussing at Sheryl whenever

Melissa stopped. On the contrary, Sheryl kept her head down, making people feel curious about what

she was thinking now.

"You little bitch. Stop seducing my son! I don't want to see you at my house. Leave now!" As Melissa

shooed her away like she was a wild animal, Sheryl tried her best to keep her composure. Seeing that

Sheryl was not responding to her, Melissa got more irritated and kept unleashing her anger on her.

With all the insults and blasphemous words, Sheryl lifted her head suddenly and looked at Melissa

coldly.

Being stared by Sheryl in such a cold way, Melissa felt uncomfortable and said, "Stop looking at me like

that. Who do you think you are? Leave my house now!"

With their chins lifted in proud scorn, Leila looked at Sheryl up and down in a condescending way,

making no effort to hide her smug smile.

Still not saying anything and pretending that they were just invisible, Sheryl returned to her bedroom

calmly. She thought she had already had her full of their maltreatments and there was no need to stay

there and be tortured by Melissa and Leila.

"Leila, look at her. How dare she have no respect for me! I'm so unfortunate to have her as my

daughter-in-law." Not letting her out of it, Melissa continued to nag at Sheryl even if had returned to her

bedroom.

That was what Charles saw when he pushed open the door.

Though surprised at his sudden arrival, Melissa walked quickly to Charles when she saw him and

started to complain to him about Sheryl.

"Charles. I'm so glad you are home now. Sheryl has gone too far! The meals she cooked today were

too greasy for me to eat, so I asked her to cook another food. But she responded reluctantly. The taste

was so awful. No one can stand it. I just complained a little bit. Then she yelled at me."

While letting it all out, Melissa even made gestures and slapped her thighs to express how she felt. She

was so really good at acting.

"I am an elder after all. How could Sheryl treat me like that? I'm sick of her and can't stand being

challenged by her anymore. If you don't kick her out of our house, I will leave!"

Bearing with her incessant complains, Charles had been harassed by Melissa since he stepped in the

house, and his head was about to crack.

Worst was, Leila dramatized the situation. Though her opinion was not asked, she stepped forward and

blurted out, "Aunt Melissa is old and weak now. Sheryl has no respect for her and swore at her. I won't

say a word even though Sheryl bullies me. But I can't let her treat Aunt Melissa like that and do

nothing."

Subconsciously minding what they were saying, Charles looked around but didn't see Sheryl. He was

worried that Sheryl was feeling upset, so he ignored Melissa and Leila and went upstairs directly to his

bedroom.

Knowing her all these years, Charles knew clearly that Melissa was selfish and unreasonable. He didn't

buy a single word from Melissa nor even Leila regarding the matter. He was afraid that Sheryl would be

frustrated and leave the house. So he anxiously sped his way up.

However, when he entered their bedroom and didn't see Sheryl, he was caught by fear. He thought

Sheryl had already left the house.

But he forced himself to calm down the next moment. He went to the children's bedroom where he

thought Sheryl might be.

In the children's bedroom, surrounded by cute little dolls and toys, there she was calm and composed

as usual.

While holding a big book in her hand, Sheryl told bedtime stories and sang a lullaby to get the two kids

to fall asleep. She kissed Clark and Shirley on their cheeks gently.

Not knowing that Charles was at the door, she stared at their cute sleeping faces and felt free to reveal

her sorrow and desolation.

When she was sworn and slapped by Melissa downstairs, she had felt aggrieved. But she had to

tolerate it. Because that was the only way for Charles to realize the problems in this house and make

the situation better.

Bearing all the pain, Sheryl believed that the injustice she had suffered today was worthy as long as

this family was at peace.

She loved Charles and strived to give Clark and Shirley a complete and happy family. She had to be

strong so that she would be able to deal with Melissa and Leila and fight back when the time was right.

Looking at the sweet sleeping angelic faces of Clark and Shirley, Sheryl felt herself swell with courage

and energy. She was willing to confront Melissa to safeguard the happiness of her family.

'Charles, don't let me down this time, ' Sheryl prayed silently. If Charles didn't understand or trust her

when she was fighting for this family, what was the point of her efforts?

When tears were about to fall from her eyes, Sheryl looked back to the doorway when she heard a

scurry of footsteps.

"Sher..." Charles said in a quivery voice, showing his worry and uneasiness as she felt sorry for his

wife.

Not wanting him to look at her that way, Sheryl took on a cold expression at the sight of Charles. She

stood up and walked past him, not saying anything.

Surprised by her aloofness, Charles followed Sheryl carefully. Sheryl's gloomy face showed the bad

mood she was in now, and he didn't know how to start a conversation.

Determined not to talk to him, Sheryl made herself busy and paid no attention to Charles. She took

some ice cubes, wrapped them inside a clean cloth and pressed it against her swollen face. Her face,

as red and swollen as a ripe tomato, was painful.

The keen pain brought tears to Sheryl's eyes all of a sudden.