Chapter 1194 Worry


    "Oh, really? Are you serious about that? Aren''t you afraid that I''ll tell Aron?"


    I''s reaction amused Sheryl; the former looked like a teenage girl who just hit puberty. ''She looks


    funnier than that bashful nurse, '' Sheryl thought.


    "He won''t get jealous. Go ahead and tell him if you want," I responded.


    "How about Nick? What if you embarrass him?" Sheryl asked her, as she caught a glimpse of the


    patient lying in the bed.


    Realizing that Nick heard their conversation, I grinned. "Don''t take it too seriously, Nick. It was just a


    joke," she exined.


    Without realizing it, she called the youngd "Nick" instead of ''''Mr. Ge." Clearly, she already saw him as


    a friend.


    As introverted as Nick was, he didn''t feel awkward after hearing I''s joking remark. With a friendly


    expression, he responded, "Thank you for being so good to me, I."


    A bright smile grew across his face, making him look more enchanting.


    His acknowledgment pleased her. Eyes full of adoration, she gazed at the patient and beamed, "Don''t


    worry about anything, Nick. Stay here and rest. Sher and I will help you out."


    Merryughter and conversation filled the ward until the night fell quietly. Considering that Nick wasn''t


    able to take care of himself, I proposed that she or Sheryl should stay to watch him in the evening,


    but the man firmly turned down the offer.


    While they argued over it, the nurse entered the ward to check on Nick''s condition. As she happened


    upon their argument, she volunteered to keep close watch over him since she was on duty that night;


    she even handed him her phone number and asked him to call her if there was anything he needed.


    Since the nurse treated him so well, Nick didn''t refuse her help. It was eight in the evening when I


    and Sheryl left the ward without any more worries.


    "You need to treat me to a meal," Sheryl demanded as she abruptly grabbed I''s arm. To look after


    Nick, she had skipped lunch and supper, but she didn''t feel the hunger until after she stepped out of the


    hospital.


    However, she didn''t want to go home for dinner. She even started to dread of going home. It was bad


    enough that she might not see Charles when she got home. What made it worse, Melissa would be


    there to talk her down.


    It was no wonder that Sheryl was miserable in that house.


    If it weren''t for rk and Shirley, she might have failed to make it through these days.


    "Are you kidding me, Sheryl? Why do I have to treat you? You insisted on dropping by Lansh


    Technology. It''s your fault we got caught up in so much," I snapped back, with arms folded across


    her chest.


    "Seriously? This is all my fault? I didn''t make us stay there for so long after he finished the operation.


    You stared at that guy like you were obsessed—you''re the one who didn''t want to leave. If it weren''t for


    you, we would have already had dinner," Sheryl argued.


    "I''m not obsessed with him," she denied. "I just couldn''t leave him alone…"


    "Oh, please. Don''t kid yourself. We both know what you were doing, so stop arguing with me. You owe


    me. Whether you like it or not, you''re treating me to dinner," Sheryl persisted eloquently. ''I''ve waited


    long enough. Finally, I got a chance to have her treat me to a meal.


    I''ll make sure to have a fancy one, '' she nned in her head.


    "Fine, fine. You win." I gave in. Anyway, she was starving too. ''Well, it''s not a big deal. I can treat her


    if she insists, '' she thought.


    Although the two bickered, none of them really cared who would pay for the meal.


    They were best friends, after all.


    "So what do you wish to eat, Ms. Xia?" inquired I teasingly. Grinning at Sheryl, she gushed, "Last


    night, Aron gave me an allowance so you can eat whatever you want."


    "Oh wow, is that so? He''s so nice to you," eximed Sheryl, pretending to look surprised. I couldn''t


    help but snap, "Of course, it is. Otherwise, how would I have money to treat you to a meal? I''m


    penniless because my sry''s too low!"


    I feigned her whining while Sheryl feigned feeling distraught.


    "I can''t believe what I just heard! Are youining that you have a low sry? Don''t you know your


    pay is second only to mine? You reminded me. Perhaps Cloud Advertising Company doesn''t make


    much profit. Suddenly, I feel like I''m a poor boss. What should I do now? Shouldn''t you take


    responsibility and treat me to meals for the next month tofort your supervisor?"


    Sheryl rested her head on I''s shoulder.


    "What are you doing, Sheryl? We''re out on the street. People are watching us. You''re embarrassing


    me. They might think that I bullied you," I returned as she pushed Sheryl away.


    "So what? I feel terrible. Give me a hug," retorted Sheryl coquettishly, acting like a wayward child.


    Pedestrians walking by the two women cast them confused nces, but Sheryl remained unmindful of


    their stares.


    With a sigh and a resigned look at her confidant, I yielded. "You got me."


    Eventually, she reached out her hands and gave Sheryl a big but momentary hug. To avoid causing


    another scene, she let her go after a second. Still, Sheryl seemed content with her little victory.


    "You''re the best, I."


    Sheryl spoke softly, ovee with bitterness, Since she was a rather good actress, I couldn''t tell


    that she was really upset. "Let''s go. You''re way too sentimental today. I can''t take it," I urged.


    Sheryl''s behavior was a mystery to I and the former had no intention of telling her friend what was


    going on with her. Shaking off her negative feelings, Sheryl finally said, "Let''s go to a western


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    restaurant. I want to eat steak."


    "Okay, okay. Let''s get going," agreed I instantly.


    After the two enjoyed full meals, Sheryl bade I farewell and drove to Dream Garden. It was nearly


    midnight when she arrived. Charles had called her several times before she reached the house, but


    she couldn''t take the calls because her phone was dead the whole evening.


    The kids were asleep in their room and Melissa wasn''t in the living room. It was the first time since


    Melissa''s return that Sheryl found it so quiet in the house.


    Soon after, Charles arrived as well, relieved to see Sheryl back at home. With a frown, he said, "You''re


    finally back, Sher. Where have you been?"


    ''He''s in his casual business suit. Did he just arrive home? Or is he going somewhere thiste?''


    wondered Sheryl. Without sparing him another nce, she headed upstairs; the house was so quiet


    that only her heavy footsteps could be heard. When she was halfway up the stairs, she paused and


    coldly answered Charles, "I had dinner with I."


    "Why didn''t you tell me? I was so worried about you that I went out to look for you. I even went to your


    office but you weren''t there," he continued. Instead of the reproach Sheryl was expecting from his tone,


    it wasced with evident concern.


    ''He went out to look for me?'' she thought to herself.