Chapter 1173 What Are You Trying To Say


    After circling around Dream Garden several times, Charles finally found Sheryl jogging along the


    sidewalk. He heaved a sigh of relief.


    Sheryl showed no signs of showing down, so he quickened his pace to a quick jog and caught up with


    her. "What''s going on, Sher? Is there anything you''re unhappy about? Did you get into trouble?


    Whatever it is, please tell me and I''ll help you solve it," he said quickly, taking long strides in order to be


    able to keep up with her. He still thought that Sheryl was facing some difficulties and just didn''t want to


    trouble him.


    But Sheryl ignored him and just continued jogging, not even bothering to look his way. Charles felt as


    though he was talking to a robot.


    "Sher, what''s wrong?" Charles asked again, puzzled.


    He had lost count of how many times he had asked her that question. He felt as if he had asked that


    question more times this morning than he had throughout their entire marriage.


    Sheryl continued to ignore him, which only made him worry even more.


    Finally, he sped up and stood right in front of her, blocking her path. Sheryl had no choice but to


    acknowledge his presence. She came to a stop, ring at him. He asked again for the umpteenth time,


    "Sher, what''s the matter with you? Didn''t you hear me talking to you?"


    Sheryl''s behavior was puzzling and scary at the same time. She wasn''t angry, she wasn''t stressed, and


    she wasn''t scared—she was just different. It was as if she weren''t his wife but just someone wearing


    her body. He had no clue what was going on and how to talk to her.


    "Get out my way. I want to jog," Sheryl said in a distant, cold tone. It was as if she was talking to a


    her.


    "Since when do you exercise?" Charles questioned, as he reluctantly moved out of her way to let her


    resume her jogging. All of a sudden, he felt like the person in front of him was truly a stranger. He had


    no idea what was running through her mind and why she was so worked up. He was scared to ask her


    any more questions in case he ticked her off even more. If she went back into her shell and refused to


    talk to him, he would have no way at all to find out what was wrong.


    "I have been neglecting my health for too long," Sheryl replied curtly. To be honest, she herself didn''t


    know what was wrong with her. Just a few moments ago, she hated Charles with every fiber in her


    being. But when she saw Charles being so patient and persistent, she suddenly didn''t have the heart to


    ignore him.


    She couldn''t bear to look at his face. She knew him well enough to know exactly what he was feeling


    just by his expression. Right now, it was abination of puzzlement, disappointment, concern and


    also fear.


    In fact, she wasn''t annoyed by him following her and even his non-stop questioning.


    At that moment, she realized just how much she loved Charles, to end up acting so crazy. Even though


    she knew that Charles was having an affair behind her back, she still refused to give up on him.


    "Where did you gost night? I thought you had an office party," Charles probed. He thought that


    something unpleasant had happened during the party, something that she couldn''t get off her mind,


    leaving her in a bad mood thatsted until today and made her act so weirdly.


    "Yes. We had a party," Sheryl nodded as she continued jogging.


    "Well...did you have a good time?" Charles tried to keep the conversation flowing. He lengthened his


    stride to keep up with Sheryl''s jogging. He didn''t know what other tactic he could use to make her talk.


    Even if he only got short one-word answers, at least he could try to piece it together slowly.


    "Charles Lu, what are you trying to say?" Sheryl came to an abrupt stop and red right into his eyes.


    If looks could kill, he would be dead by now.


    All her pity had evaporated and was now reced with boiling rage. Her heartbeat grew faster with the


    ''He must be feeling guilty about what he did. That''s why he''s suddenly being so sweet.


    Either that or he must have figured out that I know about the affair. That''s why he''s acting this way to


    try and throw me off the scent. Under normal circumstances, he''ll never ask this kind of question, '' she


    thought to herself.


    The more she though about it, the more hurt and wronged she felt.


    "Don''t get me wrong, honey. It''s just that you''re acting so weird. Something is definitely bothering you.


    You know you can share anything with me, right? Even if you''re in any trouble, we can figure it out


    together," Charles said as he smiled at her gently and tried to reach for her hand. His words were


    100% sincere, but he was worried that Sheryl would respond poorly to his words. He tried hard to hide


    his anxiety.


    He knew it was silly to be so worried, but a part of him was scared that Sheryl was in serious trouble.


    What if the trouble was too big for them to fix?


    "Don''t be silly. I''m perfectly fine. Or are you hoping for me to be in trouble?" Sheryl snorted.


    "Why would I wish for anything bad to happen to you?" Charles yelped in shock. He didn''t understand


    why his wife would use him of such a thing. But now that he finally had an opportunity to really look


    at her, he detected a resentful look in her eyes. He had never seen such hatred in her eyes before and


    couldn''t figure out what she med him for.


    "Good to know. In that case, please get out of my way. I need to finish this round. I have to send the


    kids off to school in less than an hour," Sheryl said icily, looking straight into Charles'' eyes again. She


    still couldn''t detect any guilt in those familiar warm, brown eyes.


    All she could see was a mixture of confusion and worry.


    ''Maybe he''s worried about what I''ll do now that I''ve learnt about his betrayal. Or he wants to figure out


    how much I know. But if that''s the case, why would he be confused? He almost seems innocent, '' she


    mused. She just couldn''t figure it out.


    ''Whatever. He''s just being a man. Why should I puzzle my brains about this? I''m supposed to be


    forgetting, not thinking about it even more, '' she decided.


    She nudged Charles out of the way and continued jogging, going slightly faster this time. He was about


    to follow her, before thinking better of it. It was no point trying to get any answers with Sheryl in this


    unhelpful mood.


    ''Since Sheryl refuses to talk to me, I''ll just have to do some investigation on my own, '' he decided.


    With that thought in mind, he stopped questioning her. He allowed her toplete her run but silently


    trailed behind her, escorting her all the way home. Even though she knew he was behind her the whole


    time, she didn''t talk to him at all. As soon as they reached home, she immediately went to take a


    shower.


    She firmly decided that Charles'' actions that morning were just a futile attempt to ease his guilt.


    After her shower, she came down to find that rk and Shirley had finished their breakfast.


    Nancy still hadn''te to work yet, so in the meantime Melissa had taken her ce by fulfilling the


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    typical grandmother duties and responsibilities.


    Sheryl hadn''t forced or even asked Melissa to do any of these things. It was all part of Melissa''s


    maniptive n. She was just putting up a performance for the sake of her son. In order to get Le


    out early, she had to suck up to her son by pretending to be a good grandmother to the children.


    It didn''t hurt that she genuinely did adore her grandchildren just like any proud grandmother.


    She held no grudge against the children at all. It was only Sheryl that she couldn''t stand.


    She loved cooking for her grandchildren. She made sure they always had nutritious meals so that they


    could grow tall and strong. Watching them enjoy her cooking while seeing them grow in front of her


    eyes was a great source of joy to Melissa.


    She often fantasized about the bright future she had nned for the kids after she seeded in kicking


    Sheryl out of the house. ''They will be running around every day, calling me Grandma and keeping me


    away from boredom. It will just be me, them and their father. Hopefully I can also get Le to be a


    perfect daughter-inw and also a good wife for Charles, '' she dreamed happily.


    "Thank you for feeding the kids, Mom. You really shouldn''t have troubled yourself. You can get some


    rest, I''ll take them to school now," Sheryl said to Melissa politely. Even though she still didn''t fully trust


    Melissa, Sheryl was grateful that she took such good care of her children.


    The other day when Sheryl had gone to fetch Melissa from the hotel, they hadn''t gotten along at all.


    Melissa had been unkind to Sheryl and thetter had snapped back. Neither of them had gotten over


    the hurtful words they had said to each other. Nevertheless, they had an unspoken agreement not to


    mention anything to Charles. It was none of his business and there was nothing he could do to fix it


    even if he did know about it.


    Melissa did not dare to give Sheryl a hard time due to her warning. When Sheryl observed how well


    Melissa treated the kids, she slightly regretted her harsh words towards her that day.


    "Thank you, Sheryl. Drive carefully and take good care of the kids," Melissa answered in a suspiciously


    cheerful tone. She hadn''t intended to be so nice. In fact, she hadn''t nned to even respond to


    Sheryl''s words. But she had spotted Charlesing down the stairs and immediately put on her loving


    mother-inw act, even managing to smile warmly at Sheryl.


    Sheryl was initially thunderstruck by Melissa''s friendly response. But when Charles came into her line


    of sight, she knew immediately that Melissa had ulterior motives.