Chapter 1365 Nancy''s Resentment
Without thinking about it too much, Cora turned a blind eye to Cassie''s swollen eyes. Grabbing her
waist, she beamed and suggested, "Come on, let''s have dinner together! It''s on me."
"Dinner?" Cassie murmured, looking confused. A silhouette shed in the back of her mind. Suddenly,
it made her hesitate and she tried to analyze Cora''s intentions. Pulling herself back to her senses, she
wondered, "Why do you want to buy me dinner so suddenly?"
Understanding Cassie''s thought, Cora couldn''t help butugh at her inwardly. ''Ha, look how anxious
she is. She must be worried that it was Jordan''s idea to invite her to dinner.''
"Take it easy! My brother won''t be there. It''ll just be you and me," Cora exined, keeping up her
beaming smile.
With that, Cassie could sigh in relief. Though she wasn''t very fond of Jordan, she had trouble refusing
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his hospitality toward her. Her impression of him wasn''t very nice—his gaze struck her as rather
aggressive. When Cassie was under his stare, she could never feelfortable. As a woman, the way
he looked at her felt threatening.
Assured that he wouldn''t be at dinner, Cassie dly went along with her friend''s invitation.
"Okay, let''s do that. Where should we eat?" she asked with a pleased smile.
"How about that old restaurant we used to go to?
It''s not the finest in the area but we are always satisfied after eating there, aren''t we?" Cora suggested.
"Sounds good. We can go there after work," Cassie agreed with a nod.
At the hospital, when her shift was over, Cassie headed straight to the changing room to get ready to
meet Cora. Before she got the chance to pull out her phone and dial Cora''s number, someone called
her.
Thinking it was Cora calling her, the name she saw on the screen was quite a surprise. "Gamora?"
"Cassie, where are you?"
Gamora''s voice sounded rather urgent.
"I''m at the hospital. Just got off work. What''s wrong?" Cassie asked with a frown.
It had been the second time she received such a sudden call. Remembering what had happened back
then at Seven Nights, she had to be alert. Since then, she pegged Gamora as someone not as simple
as she once thought. It was better to keep someone like her at a distance.
"Cassie, you should be more careful these days. Remember to go home as soon as you get off work.
Don''t go hanging out untilte," Gamora warned after a pause.
Clueless, Cassie had no idea where this wasing from. Before she could ask about it, Gamora
hung up without saying goodbye.
"Gamora? Are you still there?" she talked louder into the phone, gripping the phone tighter—there was
only silence.
"What''s wrong, Cassie? Why are you staring at your phone?"
Cora asked her in confusion.
"Nothing! It was just a college ssmate," Cassie replied with a faint smile as she stuffed her phone
back into her pocket.
"Really? A random phone call from a college ssmate?" After a moment, she teased, "My dear
Cassie is truly an attractive woman. Tell me, how many men have fallen to their knees to beg for your
love? Let me count, Nick, my brother, and now even someone from college! Cassie, how lucky you
are!"
"Oh, shut up!" Cassie rolled her eyes. Cora''s teasing left Cassie''s cheeks red with embarrassment.
"For your information, my ssmate isn''t a boy," she added in reaction.
"A girl? So disappointing! Okay,e on, let''s go to dinner now!"
After making a face, Cora readily grabbed Cassie''s arm and pulled her out of the hospital.
Leaving in quite a rush, Cassie had to remember to pick up her handbag. It seemed as though Cora
was really excited about having dinner with her friend that night, being a tad chattier than usual. But
Cassie just looked rather absent.
Gamora''s strange call haunted her.
Meanwhile, in Dream Garden, Charles arrived home and went straight to the bedroom. In the doorway,
he caught Nancy just leaving the room with one hand still holding the lock on the door. Charles almost
running into her made her take a step back.
"Nancy, how is Sheryl feeling?" Charles asked, out of breath.
"Not well. She''s still suffering from a bad fever, and she hasn''t woken up," she replied with a gloomy
face, throwing him a reproachful look.
Even as she observed Charles'' anxiety and concern, she couldn''t forget what he had done to Sheryl—
the way he treated his wife was unbing of a husband. In Nancy''s eyes, it was too uneptable.
Giving Charles another look, she heaved a deep sigh. Without another word, she walked past Charles
and into the kitchen.
Since Sheryl had been unconscious in bed for a whole day already, Nancy was afraid that the infusion
alone wouldn''t be helpful enough.
Still standing in front of the door, Charles felt helpless. His frown deepening, he thought to himself, ''Still
in aa? Sheryl''s illness has already gone to such an extent? Did I underestimate her condition that
much? This is far worse than I imagined!''
His anxiety began to rise, making him fall into a panic. Before Nancy reached the kitchen, he grabbed
her abruptly and eagerly asked, "Nancy, what did the doctor say? Did he give us any exnation? Why
has she been in aa for so long?" It took him everything to make his words sound less emotional—
he didn''t want to break down in front of Nancy.
"The doctor said Sheryl was too tired. She needs to rest. He told us to give her more time to sleep.
Once she wakes up, everything will be okay," answered Nancy in a cold tone, making evident her
disappointment in Charles and his irresponsibility as a husband. With that, she quickened her steps
without turning back.
The wrinkles on her face deepened with her angry expression. Never could Nancy have felt more
disappointed. Charles''ck of care for his wife made Nancy resent him. In her eyes, he wasn''t nearly
worthy enough of Sheryl—he left her alone when she was at her worst and desperately needed his
help. He tantly turned his back on Sheryl''s imploring signals, always taking her for granted. Charles''
negligence earned no kindness from Nancy''s heart.
Though he could sense Nancy''s disappointment, he didn''t attempt to make any excuse. Having
guessed what was on her mind, he couldn''t me her. Instead, he turned his head away from her and
gazed at the door. Before heading inside, he had to shut his eyes and gather his thoughts for a
moment. Trying to dispel the concern and panic in his heart, he took a step inside.
Sheryly faint in bed, her pale face looking like that of a ghost''s. Even in an unconscious state, her
face remained twisted as if the great pain she was under wouldn''t leave her alone. All Charles could do
was stand by the side of the bed and stare at her in silence with eyes full of affection. Taking her hand
in his, he put it up to his cheek, gently kissing the inside of her palm.
His heart sank as he fell deeper into his thoughts. ''Why didn''t I believe her when she first told me it was
Le who took Shirley away? Why didn''t I take her words seriously?'' A string of remorse and guilt ran
through him. If he could only go back in time, he would p himself and listen to Sheryl''s every word.
Coming back to his senses, he put a gentle hand on Sheryl''s forehead, smoothening her frown, hoping
to alleviate the distress in her heart.
In agony, Charles prayed inwardly, ''God, please, help her…and help me!''
Perhaps his prayer was heard because soon after, Sheryl began mumbling something in her sleep.
"Shirley…my Shirley…Give her back!" she groaned, eyes still closed. It sounded like she was dealing
with some kind of nightmare, with words from her heart beginning to spill out.
Tears began rolling down her cheeks, staining the pillow she rested her head against.
As she cried, Charles could see her opening up her heart to him. Every word fell on him like a heavy
weight on his shoulders.
"Why... Why is Charles so indifferent? I hate him! I''m so hurt! I can''t stand to stay with him anymore!"
she began yelling out, leaving Charles stunned in disbelief.
His heartbeat quickened almost chaotically. Feeling at a loss for what to do, he took her hand and held
it tight—he couldn''t lose her. After a moment, he snapped back into his senses and began reflecting on
himself.
Sheryl''s words made a strong feeling of desperation in his surface. Regret overcame him for being too
Charles couldn''t help but reproach himself in his heart. ''Sher, no one could ever take your ce in my
heart! I can''t deny I''ve been trying to be indifferent toward you, but I truly regret it. It doesn''t mean that I
don''t love you. I''ve always held you dearest and above anything in my heart! Even as the seas run dry
and the stones decay, my love for you will never change...'' so eager to convey how much he loved her,
he almost lost all control and cried out loud.