The Apple of My Eye
Chapter 1549 I'll Seek Justice For You

As an adult, Charles knew what had happened, of course. But the situation was so ridiculous that he was dumbfounded. Then he suddenly realized that he must explain to Sheryl. But when he looked up and met Sheryl's sad and accusing eyes, he couldn't utter a word. He didn't even know where to start.

The hangover gave him a splitting headache. He raised his palm and pressed it to his forehead to relieve the pain. In the meanwhile, Sheryl took the chance and left at once.

Sheryl couldn't tolerate standing there watching her beloved husband lying naked with another woman in their bed. At one moment she even had the urge to stab him to death.

Sheryl didn't know how she ran out of the bedroom. By the time Sheryl reached the guest room, her knees had gone weak. Her legs trembled and she dropped to the floor. She felt as if all her energy had left her body, transforming it into a heavy heap of numbness that she was unable to lift all by herself.

In the bedroom, Charles had already recovered from the shock. At that moment, he realized that Sheryl had already left. He closed his eyes painfully. Knowing that he shouldn't have let her leave, Charles sprang out of bed, ready to chase her. However, at that very moment, Leila woke up. In fact, she had been awake all the time, but she kept her eyes closed. She was waiting for the right opportunity to stop Charles. Suddenly, she grasped Charles' arm and stopped him from leaving. As a result, both of them tumbled to the bed once again.

"Charles, I won't let you go! You can't leave me like this," Leila muttered.

Charles flared up all of a sudden. She was responsible for everything! Charles shook off Leila's grasp and glared at her with bloodthirsty eyes, snapping, "Why are you here?"

This was the question Leila waited for. She was ready with the reply. She had already made up a perfect story for that.

As soon as Charles asked that, Leila shed tears like a real actress. She started to choke with sobs as she looked at Charles feigning an absolutely wounded and battered expression.

"Last night you were really drunk! I went downstairs to get some water, but I saw you stagger into the living room, unable to stand still, so I came to help you. But you..."

Leila continued to weep profusely pretending that she couldn't continue. She took a look at Charles and found that he didn't mean to stop her even though he was very angry. Taking advantage of the opportunity, she gulped once and continued, "You lifted me in your arms, took me to your room, and then..."

Leila stopped there. As a woman, she couldn't continue describing how she was raped by a man. It was so shameful! She started crying hysterically and buried her face in her palms. Charles' face went sullen. He glared at her as if he would wring her neck. Leila didn't dare say anything now.

After a while, she heaved a deep breath. There was awkward silence in the room. Leila peeked at Charles' face and noticed that he was in deep thought. 'Will he just kill me once and for all?' she couldn't help wondering.

"Charles, why don't you say anything?" Leila mustered up her courage and asked. She knew that it was a bold provocation.

"Get out!" Charles shouted at her. His thunderous voice almost knocked Leila to the floor again.

She didn't dare to stay there one more minute and jumped off the bed. However, she suddenly realized that she was absolutely naked. She must dress herself, at least. When she came over to the bed again, someone appeared in the doorway all of a sudden. It was none other than Melissa.

"Aargh! You...Jesus! What happened?" Melissa exclaimed as she pointed at Charles and Leila, looking utterly shocked. She was part of the game and was just pretending.

The situation became even more embarrassing for all of them. When Leila saw Melissa, she blushed and covered her body with the clothes. She pretended to be ashamed.

However, she was overjoyed at the moment. Melissa had such a good timing. This was what they wanted to achieve. Everything just fell into place so well.

It was beyond Leila's expectation. She had never imagined that she would be so lucky this time. She had moved back to the Lu family's house just for one day, and she found such a great opportunity. She found Charles drunk and all alone in the middle of the night. Without this opportunity, she wouldn't have had any chance to sleep with him.

How could she let go of such a great opportunity?

"Charles, what the hell is going on over here? Did you and Leila... What happened between the two of you?" Melissa bombarded Charles with a lot of questions without giving him a chance to explain. As there was complete silence from Charles, Melissa continued, "You have done such a disgraceful deed to Leila. If you still think I am your mother, you have to take responsibility for her loss!"

An aggressive Melissa together with a wailing Leila made Charles lose his head.

He felt that his brain was going to explode.

He decided to leave them alone. He covered himself with a bath towel, got up and entered the bathroom. He locked the door behind him.

In the bedroom, Leila and Melissa exchanged a glance, smiling wickedly to each other.

Leila continued to weep. Melissa said in a loud voice, "Leila, don't cry. Come to my room and tell me what happened. Since what's done is done, I won't let you bear it for nothing. Charles is my son. He is an honest man, and he will surely take responsibility for this..." Of course, she spoke loud enough so that Charles could hear it.

Her voice was so loud that Charles could hear it roughly despite the noise of water coming from the showerhead. He was so furious that he pounded on the wall forcefully. But it wasn't enough to vent out his anger.

In the guest bedroom, Sheryl had cried for so long that she didn't have any more tear left in her eyes. She had already packed up her luggage and drafted a divorce agreement. As she was writing, she felt that every word under her pen was a stab wound in her heart. Even though she still loved Charles, she wouldn't compromise this time.

After she was done, she looked around the familiar room. 'It's all over now, right? We can't go back, right?' she asked herself.

The room was designed and decorated by Charles according to her preferences. Even though it was just a guest bedroom, Charles had said that he would make everything perfect for her. He wanted Sheryl to love every corner of their house.

But what happened now?

He embraced another girl in their bedroom, naked! Sheryl almost lost her breath as she caught sight of them.

A long time ago, she was assured that Charles was her only lover in her whole lifetime, and she had also thought that Charles felt the same for her. However, she didn't realize it until today that she was replaceable.

At the very beginning, he let Leila move in without informing her beforehand. She only complained to Charles, but how did he respond? He chose to sleep with Leila!

Sheryl stared at the wall with completely blank eyes. A cold smile crept over her face. She wanted to cry out, but there was no tear shedding down at the moment.

'Charles, why did you do this to me? What do you want me to do?' she wondered. The more she thought about the incident, the more she hated Charles. However, sadly, she didn't love him any less. The dilemma was tearing her apart. Sheryl hated herself for being like that.

She knew that she lost the game thoroughly this time. She even lost her own dignity to Charles.

Sheryl felt so painful as if a knife was piercing through her heart. How she wanted herself to cast them all away and leave everything behind! But she couldn't. She felt so desperate. She hated herself for choosing the wrong guy, and she also hated herself for still loving him.

Carrying her luggage, Sheryl glanced at the guest room for the last time. No matter how unwilling she was, she had to leave this time.

Sheryl had already told Nancy to pack up the children's luggage.

Nancy was clueless about what had happened, but she noticed how bad Sheryl looked. When she was about to comfort her, Sheryl said something that threw her for a loop.