His Real Wedded Bride

Chapter 1366 Sidewalk Snack Booth

It sounded like a true cliche. Charles, like any other man, wanted to spend every waking day with the

woman he loved. That was why, whenever Sheryl felt upset, Charles would feel even worse. Why on

earth would Sheryl ever think that Charles didn't love her?

Sheryl just told Charles how much she hated him. She told him that she didn't want to be with him any

longer. It pierced through him like a knife. He felt like he couldn't breathe.

What Sheryl told him made Charles' face pale. It hurt him so much inside. He could not only feel her

pain, but he could also feel his own from being pushed away so much.

He knew that what he did in the past two days had hurt Sheryl immensely, but she had to know that he

didn't mean to do that. He merely did what he had to do to protect Shirley. However, he acknowledged

that what was done was done, and there was nothing he could do to change what he did.

Charles carefully caressed Sheryl's cheek. "Sher, I'm sorry. I'm really sorry. I know it's been a tough few

days for you, but you know that I only did that to save Shirley. Why would you ever think that I didn't

love you? I made a vow to you. I love you and I always will; nothing will ever change that. Please, could

you find it in your heart to forgive me?" Charles pleaded, kissing Sheryl's forehead.

He knew that she was asleep and wouldn't be able to hear him anyway, but it was the only time he

could apologize to her without her pushing him away. He hoped that Sheryl would hear his apology and

accept it.

Charles was exhausted from working the entire day, drifting off to sleep fairly quickly. He moved further

away from Sheryl, respecting her space just in case she didn't want to wake up and see that he was

touching her.

A few hours later, Sheryl woke up in the middle of the night. She stirred, her arm grazing against

Charles'.

She opened her eyes to see Charles' face. His face was relaxed but he looked incredibly tired and

worn out. His thick eyebrows, stern expression, and masculine jawline made her heart flutter. He still

looked just as attractive and charming to her. She stared at his face. He looked tired, but he was still

charming and attractive to her. As her eyes trailed down his face towards his lips, she suddenly

remembered how heartless and unfaithful he had been.

Sheryl's eyes welled up with tears. She was growing desperate. She didn't know if she should give

Charles another chance. Should she reconsider? Maybe he wasn't really unfaithful. It was just that he

didn't love her anymore.

It was because he didn't love her, that whatever she did was wrong in his eyes.

Sheryl now knew how much it hurt to be heartbroken.

In her bitterness, Sheryl put a coat on and got out of the bed. She quietly made her way to the

bathroom on her bare feet.

Sheryl lowered her head to find her bare toes twitching beneath her. Charles used to blame her for not

taking better care of herself, because she never wore slippers. He would always bring her the fluffy pair

of slippers that he bought her.

Thinking about the past, Sheryl slowly descended to the floor and cried again. She buried her face in

her hands, wiping her tears away and forcing herself to calm down so he wouldn't hear her. She tried to

catch her breath, hating the way her breath kept hitching in her throat. Her tears slipped from her hands

and onto the cold, tiled floor.

Charles never would have known that Sheryl broke down that evening. He never would have known

each teardrop she shed in the darkness.

How much did Sheryl really love Charles? No matter how much Charles hurt her, she would never hurt

him back. Even when she wept because of him, she made a point to hide herself to cry in silence. She

loved him so much that she didn't want him to worry about her. However, she was also afraid of the

idea that he might no longer care if he saw her cry.

In the sidewalk snack booth, Cassie and Cora ordered a whole table-worth of food that cost next to

nothing. This booth prided itself for having such delicious food at low prices.

"Cassie! Let's toast!" Cora called, raising her bottle of beer as she grinned ear to ear.

Cassie immediately let her fish skewer down and swung her bottle up. "Cheers, Cora! It's been a while

since we were this relaxed. Let's party tonight!"

"Sure!" Cora's grin grew wider and brighter before they downed their drinks.

As Cassie continued to eat, Cora glanced towards her friend. Suddenly, Cora called her again. "Cassie.

Be honest with me. What do you think of my brother? Be honest!"

Cassie, in the middle of chewing her chicken leg, was surprised by the sudden question. She choked

on her food, coughing a few times before swallowing. "A little warning next time, please!" Cassie said,

grabbing her bottle again to ease her painful throat.

"I told you already, Cora. I like Nick," Cassie sighed, finally relieved.

"I know you told me that. But where is Nick now? You and Nick haven't gone to another date after the

first time. There's not even a visit or a call," Cora said bluntly. Cassie was still trying to get used to

Cora's outspoken personality.

However, Cassie knew that Cora was speaking the truth. It was honestly her biggest concern, too.

Nick had been vague about his feelings for her. Cassie had always been the one to take initiative. She

was the one who always called him, who always thought and cared about him. He had never done

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Cassie couldn't answer the question herself. Deep down, she worried about her relationship with Nick.

Cora noticed Cassie suddenly so deep in thought. She stretched her hand out to take Cassie's hand

over the table. "Cassie," Cora called sincerely. "I only said that because you're my friend. I don't think

Nick's serious with you and your relationship. It's easy for me as an outsider to see that you pay more

attention to him than he does with you."

Cassie was startled by what Cora said. It was as if she was enlightened. Outsiders had the best

observing seats. They saw the bigger picture. What if it was just all in her head?

As Cassie pondered more on Cora's observations, she barely missed her phone ring.

When she peered at the screen, she saw that Jordan was calling her.

Cassie hesitated in her seat. Cora leaned forward to check what was on Cassie's phone, smirking

when she saw the name on the screen. "See? My brother's better for you. He always has time for you.

Can't you see that? He's even more concerned for you than he is for me! And I'm his sister!"

Cora laughed, while Cassie rolled her eyes and answered the phone, though she was not having

anything to really say to him.

"Cassie. I just went to the hospital. They told me you got off work early. Where are you?" Jordan asked

kindly, voice low and husky. Cassie was trying to swat Cora who was busy giggling and stifling her

laughter.

A few seconds later, Cora waved at Cassie, signaling her.

Cora didn't want her brother to know that she was out drinking. Cassie nodded and tried to come up

with something to say.

"Jordan, I'm at home right now. What's up?" Cassie asked, wondering about the unexpected call.

"Oh, I see. Can I see you now? I've got a present for you," Jordan replied.

"What? A present? Jordan, that's so kind of you. But it's too late in the evening, don't you think? I'm a

little tired after working all day," Cassie lied.

"That's all right. It won't take long, I promise! I happen to be nearby. I'll be there in twenty minutes! See

you later," Jordan answered, about to hang up the phone.