His Real Wedded Bride

Chapter 1329 Ended Up With Nothing Definite

"Sher, please calm down first and listen to me. I understand your feelings and I surely don't want Leila

to stay." Charles' heart was broken when he noticed the tears rolling from Sheryl's eyes. He gently

kissed her forehead and held her tightly in his arms, anticipating her possible struggle to push him

away.

Charles was overwhelmed by mixed feelings. He felt sorry and regretful that he couldn't protect Sheryl

from all this sadness. He wished there was a way for him to keep her happy all the time. There would

be no better feeling than to see Sheryl with her bright smile.

"I didn't expect Mom would ask Leila to stay. When she initially brought this up to me at the hospital, I

rejected her. But you know what kind of person my mom is. She won't stop until she gets what she

wants. I was afraid that she wouldn't let it go and cause you trouble, so I made a compromise and

agreed."

What Charles said didn't comfort Sheryl at all. All of a sudden, grievance and anger rushed over her,

like rising tide. Sheryl remembered how she was laughed at and wronged by Leila, and the

compromise she repeatedly made with Melissa. She recalled the disappointed look on Charles' face as

he looked at her like it was all her fault. The flashback of sad memories flooded like a never ending

movie.

Deep down, Sheryl really wanted to asked Charles how long she had to put up with it. Did she have to

sacrifice herself and make compromise all the time when it came to Melissa's decision?

Sheryl's face was pale and she was shaking out of anger. She had enough of this. She could feel her

chest tightened as the pain crushed her heart. Tears continued to stream down her cheeks as she cried

harder.

"Charles, this is enough!" Sheryl finally exclaimed, breaking away from Charles' embrace. "I can't stay

in this house any more, not for another second. If you let Leila move in and stay, then I will pack myNôvelDrama.Org owns this.

luggage and leave immediately. I don't think I have a place in this house anyway."

Sheryl clenched her fists, her fingertips almost piercing her palm. She was still crying but she looked

determined, which freaked Charles out. He worried that Sheryl had already made up her mind and

would really leave him without hesitation.

Charles reached out to wipe the tears off Sheryl's face. Each teardrop was like a shiny diamond that

tore his heart into pieces. It was like a silent rain that showered his heart endlessly, drowning him in

sorrow.

He couldn't put up with this anymore. Seeing Sheryl in this condition was torture. He pulled her back

into his arms and held her tightly.

Sheryl's tears welled up endlessly, each drop cutting through Charles' chest like a dagger. He felt

empty inside. And only Sheryl could fill this emptiness. He needed to have her in his arms right now, as

much as she needed him.

Sheryl struggled hard, trying to pull herself out of Charles' embrace. But no matter how hard she tried,

she just couldn't break away. Sheryl was fuming and touched at the same time. And what was worse

was that she realized how much she wanted to be inside his arms. She hated her weakness. And she

hated herself for wishing that time would stop at this moment.

Sheryl punched Charles' chest with her fists, releasing her sadness and rage. She bit his clothes in

between sobs.

Soon, Charles' clothes was all soaked in tears. But more than his wet clothes, Sheryl's teardrops had

torn his heart into pieces.

All Charles could think about right now was some bad jokes. He hoped that throwing one out of the

blue could stop the woman in his arms from crying.

"Charles, let me go. I don't want to stay in this house anymore," Sheryl murmured. Her voice was low

and she sounded desperate.

Listening to Sheryl, Charles was filled with regrets and anxiety. A few seconds later, he started to kiss

Sheryl restlessly on her forehead, down to her eyes and lastly her lips. His kisses were so enthusiastic

that they almost melted Sheryl down.

"Sheryl, do you really think I can let you go? How am I supposed to live without you? You are the

woman I want to spend the rest of my life with and nobody can change that. I won't let you leave me,"

Charles whispered in her ears.

He then leaned his head against Sheryl's shoulders, reluctant to let her go. Acting like a bear, he

showed her his belly, the most vulnerable part of himself. Then acting like a spoiled child, he snuggled

up against her. People who didn't know they had a fight would think they were showing affection.

At this moment, Charles no longer cared about his image. He would do anything in order to make

Sheryl stay, even if he had to beg and roll on the floor.

Sheryl burst into laughter. But she reacted soon and held back her smile.

For some reason, Sheryl now felt her sadness and anger vanish. Her heart suddenly felt lighter and

more relaxed.

Sheryl knew that she couldn't get rid of this big boy, so she indulged herself in his arms, attempting to

avoid his gaze. She didn't want him to see her red eyes.

Charles felt relieved when he heard Sheryl giggle. At least now he was sure that her anger subsided.

"I mean it, Sher. I can't live without you."

Charles choked between sobs. His heavy nasal showed his fear. He couldn't imagine what it would be

like to lose Sheryl. Just the thought of it made him crazy. He would probably lose control. His love for

her came from an unknown source but yet it grew deeper each day.

Charles' statement made Sheryl speechless. What he said didn't only give her courage but also made

her feel hopeful.

They stayed still for a while, savoring that moment. Then Sheryl pulled herself from Charles' arms.

Lifting her head, she looked Charles in the eye and asked him, word by word, "But what about Leila?

And what about our problems? Even if you manage to make me stay, those problems will stay. We

can't ignore them forever and pretend they don't exist. We have to address them, don't we?"

"Sher, I don't mean to let Leila stay. I initially agree just to comfort Mom. After all, she still holds a

grudge against you because of the accident. I figure that if I agree to let Leila stay, I can return her the

favor so she won't have any excuses to make things hard for you anymore,"

Charles explained sincerely. He believed that Sheryl was smart enough to understand him.

He knew that it was a bit unfair on her part. So he swore to himself that he would make it up to Sheryl

one day.

Listening to Charles now, Sheryl understood that there was no better options. She had no other choice

but to agree.

"Sheryl, believe me. I won't let you down any more. I promise. Together we can get through this."

Charles said affectionately as he looked Sheryl in the eye.