The Apple of My Eye

Chapter 2114 Dinner

"Nancy, I have to go. Please take care of Clark. Thank you so much!" Isla said as she stood up. Before

leaving, she winked at Clark.

Meanwhile, Nancy had no idea what Isla was really planning. She thought Isla had just brought Clark

here, so she hurriedly said, "Please don't say that. It's my job. Would you like to stay for dinner? I can

cook up your favorites."

"That's so nice of you, but I really have to go..." Isla turned her down.

"Nancy, I'm afraid that aunt Isla can't stay for dinner today. She has lots of things to do at home, and

she also has to get up early tomorrow for work," Clark suddenly chimed in as he looked at Isla

knowingly.

Nancy smiled back and said, "All right, I won't keep you here. Thank you, Ms. Zhao! Take care!"

Isla cast a meaningful glance at Clark again. 'What a clever boy!' she thought to herself.

"Aunt Isla, please be careful on the road. Drive slowly," Clark replied, sticking his tongue out at Isla.

Isla let out a loud laugh at this as he looked quite funny. Shaking her head, she smiled and waved

goodbye at him. She then walked out of the house. As she got in her car, she noticed that another car

was just pulling in.

Her eyes lit up in excitement as she knew whose car this was. It was exactly who she was expecting.

Isla didn't hesitate. She pushed the door open and got out. However, she stayed in place and waited

until the woman had gotten out. It was only then that she slowly made her way to the car.

Meanwhile, Melissa was startled when she heard a voice as soon as she got out of her car.

"Mrs. Lu, how are you?"

This made Melissa jump. She didn't know someone else was nearby. She turned to look where the

voice had come from and found that it was Isla.

Isla had visited the Dream Garden a couple of times for Sheryl. She and Melissa had already met

before, but it hadn't always been a pleasant experience for either of them. Melissa then found herself a

bit embarrassed to face Isla, knowing now how stupid she was before.

Melissa was different now. She knew how important Isla was to Sheryl, and she also appreciated how

much Isla was doing for Sheryl. She'd decided long before that the next time she saw Isla, she was

going to be nice to her. With a warm smile, she walked toward Isla.

"Oh, I'm fine, thank you. What a surprise! Is there anything I can do for you, Ms. Zhao? Please, come

on in! Let's talk inside!" Melissa said, sincerely. She looked into Isla's eyes and reached out her hand,

inviting her inside.

Isla stared at Melissa in shock. She didn't expect Melissa to be this polite to her. Melissa had never

been nice to her, so the last thing she expected was to be invited inside the house by Melissa.

Isla was so surprised that for a moment, she thought Melissa had gone crazy.

After all, Melissa was Sheryl's ex-husband's mother, so the least Isla could do was to reciprocate the

courtesy she was being shown. However, she hesitated first, wondering if she could ask Melissa how

Shirley was doing in the hospital. Before Isla could say anything, Melissa said again, "Ms. Zhao, you

must be here to visit Sher! But I'm afraid she's not here. She's probably at the hospital. I'm not sure if

you know this, but Shirley's in the hospital, and Sher's taking care of her."

Isla didn't even want to mention Shirley at first, but since Melissa had already mentioned her, she was

going to take this opportunity.

"Oh, Ms. Lu, I was wondering why Shirley was taken to the hospital after having dinner with you? What

did you prepare for dinner? I would think that the food cooked in your own home would be safe, right?"

Isla sneered, an ironic smile pasted on her face.

Melissa could sense the sarcasm in Isla's tone. Even though she didn't care for Isla coming in her

home and speaking to her like this, she didn't allow herself to be bothered. Sheryl was important to her,

and since Isla was Sheryl's best friend, she decided she was going to do whatever it took to get along

with Isla.

Besides, she thought it was improper for someone at her age to argue with someone younger.

Melissa didn't get angry. Instead, she smiled and said, "To be honest, it was my fault. I should have

been more careful. I was too excited to have Shirley for dinner, so I completely forgot that she wasn't

supposed to eat anything cold. I shouldn't have given her ice cream after dinner. It was my fault. I

should have been more responsible. I wish I was in the hospital instead."

Melissa's remorseful words impressed Isla. She'd never seen Melissa like this before.

She didn't expect that Melissa would be this remorseful. However, Isla couldn't help but look back on Content © provided by NôvelDrama.Org.

everything that Melissa had done to Sheryl before. She grew silent.

'Is this the same woman that I know from before?' she asked herself inwardly.

To break the silence, Melissa said, "Ms. Zhao, why don't you come inside? It's pretty cold out here to

be just standing here."

"Uh, I'm afraid I need to go." Isla was still at a loss for words. Without any hesitation, she continued, "I

have other plans for the night. I just came by to drop off Clark."

"Oh, what a surprise! Thank you so much. Do you mind having dinner with us first before you leave?"

Melissa suggested.

"No, I really have to go. Bye!" Isla turned around and walked to her car without waiting for Melissa to

respond.

Melissa didn't press further. She just stood there and waited for Isla to leave before going inside the

house.

Meanwhile, Sheryl made her way to the hospital as fast as she could upon receiving the message.

When she arrived at Shirley's ward, Charles was already there. He was reading a story to Shirley. She

stopped by the door, weighing if it was proper to come in or not.

Charles's voice was mellow and magnetic. When he didn't speak, he looked a little cold and frankly, a

bit aloof. However, as soon as he started talking, it was easy to get engrossed in his voice.

He deliberately lowered his voice, so he could speak slowly as he told his daughter bedtime stories.

The silence only emphasized Charles's magnetic voice, and it sent a shiver down Sheryl's spine.

Standing outside the door and listening for a while, Sheryl didn't know what to do.

Shirley was sick, and she needed her mother. Sheryl was obligated to come in and take care of her.

But on the other hand, Sheryl was reluctant to stay in the same room as Charles. She didn't feel like

being in the same room with him again.

Even the mere thought of spending the night in this room with him made her want to run away. Sighing,

she racked her brain to come up with an idea.

'I can't let this happen. I need to find a way to get Charles out of here, ' she thought to herself.

Sheryl made up her mind and walked into the ward after taking a deep breath.

The moment Shirley saw her mother, her eyes lit up as she shouted excitedly, "Mommy!"

Charles stopped talking and turned to look at her too.

Sheryl just ignored him. She went straight to her daughter with a warm smile.

"Hey, my Sweetie! How are you doing? Are you hungry?" Sheryl dotingly asked as she sat on the bed

and touched Shirley's head.

Shirley shook her head and replied, "Daddy just brought some porridge, and I ate some. Mommy, are

you hungry? Would you like some?"

Sheryl was about to refuse, but Charles cut in, "Sher, I brought you some food. You can eat if you

want."

Sheryl turned to look at him. She was surprised to find Charles holding a thermos bottle.

Suddenly, she was overwhelmed with mixed feelings that stirred in her heart. She couldn't explain what

she was feeling as she recalled the times they had spent together.

"Mommy, hurry up. Eat your dinner. You always tell us not to waste food, and the food Daddy brought is

delicious!" Shirley quipped.

Charles flashed his daughter what seemed like a look of appreciation as he returned his gaze to

Sheryl.

Sheryl stood up and slowly headed to the table. She took the thermos in her hands and opened the lid.

A sweet smell instantly filled her nostrils, which made her mouth water. She could tell the food was

good just by how it smelled.

Sheryl didn't eat anything the whole afternoon, so her stomach was empty. But because she was busy

with other things, she hadn't realized it until now.

She could hear her stomach grumbling, and she had to swallow to stop her saliva from dripping.

Sheryl couldn't resist it anymore. She didn't want to turn down Shirley either, and she didn't want to

waste the food. As a way to comfort herself, she told herself that it was not like she asked Charles to

bring her food.

Sheryl sat down and began to enjoy the meal.

Meanwhile, Charles and Shirley continued to tell stories to each other.

It was a magical moment. The smell of the food, Charles's magnetic voice, and Shirley's occasional

giggling.

After finishing her meal, Sheryl took the thermos to the bathroom to wash it and placed it back on the

nightstand.

At that time, Charles had just finished his story, and Shirley was already yawning. It was time for her to

go to sleep.

Sheryl approached Shirley's bed and tucked her in, making sure she was comfortable as she slept.

Soon, Shirley fell asleep.

This was Sheryl's chance. She turned to Charles and gestured for him to follow her outside. She

wanted to talk to him and ask him to leave her and Shirley alone.