Chapter 1366 Sidewalk Snack Booth


    It sounded like a true cliche. Charles, like any other man, wanted to spend every waking day with the


    woman he loved. That was why, whenever Sheryl felt upset, Charles would feel even worse. Why on


    earth would Sheryl ever think that Charles didn''t love her?


    Sheryl just told Charles how much she hated him. She told him that she didn''t want to be with him any


    longer. It pierced through him like a knife. He felt like he couldn''t breathe.


    What Sheryl told him made Charles'' face pale. It hurt him so much inside. He could not only feel her


    pain, but he could also feel his own from being pushed away so much.


    He knew that what he did in the past two days had hurt Sheryl immensely, but she had to know that he


    didn''t mean to do that. He merely did what he had to do to protect Shirley. However, he acknowledged


    that what was done was done, and there was nothing he could do to change what he did.


    Charles carefully caressed Sheryl''s cheek. "Sher, I''m sorry. I''m really sorry. I know it''s been a tough few


    days for you, but you know that I only did that to save Shirley. Why would you ever think that I didn''t


    love you? I made a vow to you. I love you and I always will; nothing will ever change that. Please, could


    you find it in your heart to forgive me?" Charles pleaded, kissing Sheryl''s forehead.


    He knew that she was asleep and wouldn''t be able to hear him anyway, but it was the only time he


    could apologize to her without her pushing him away. He hoped that Sheryl would hear his apology and


    ept it.


    Charles was exhausted from working the entire day, drifting off to sleep fairly quickly. He moved further


    away from Sheryl, respecting her space just in case she didn''t want to wake up and see that he was


    touching her.


    A few hourster, Sheryl woke up in the middle of the night. She stirred, her arm grazing against


    Charles''.


    She opened her eyes to see Charles'' face. His face was rxed but he looked incredibly tired and


    worn out. His thick eyebrows, stern expression, and masculine jawline made her heart flutter. He still


    looked just as attractive and charming to her. She stared at his face. He looked tired, but he was still


    charming and attractive to her. As her eyes trailed down his face towards his lips, she suddenly


    remembered how heartless and unfaithful he had been.


    Sheryl''s eyes welled up with tears. She was growing desperate. She didn''t know if she should give


    Charles another chance. Should she reconsider? Maybe he wasn''t really unfaithful. It was just that he


    didn''t love her anymore.


    It was because he didn''t love her, that whatever she did was wrong in his eyes.


    Sheryl now knew how much it hurt to be heartbroken.


    In her bitterness, Sheryl put a coat on and got out of the bed. She quietly made her way to the


    bathroom on her bare feet.


    Sheryl lowered her head to find her bare toes twitching beneath her. Charles used to me her for not


    taking better care of herself, because she never wore slippers. He would always bring her the fluffy pair


    of slippers that he bought her.


    Thinking about the past, Sheryl slowly descended to the floor and cried again. She buried her face in


    her hands, wiping her tears away and forcing herself to calm down so he wouldn''t hear her. She tried to


    catch her breath, hating the way her breath kept hitching in her throat. Her tears slipped from her hands


    and onto the cold, tiled floor.


    Charles never would have known that Sheryl broke down that evening. He never would have known


    each teardrop she shed in the darkness.


    How much did Sheryl really love Charles? No matter how much Charles hurt her, she would never hurt


    him back. Even when she wept because of him, she made a point to hide herself to cry in silence. She


    loved him so much that she didn''t want him to worry about her. However, she was also afraid of the


    idea that he might no longer care if he saw her cry.


    In the sidewalk snack booth, Cassie and Cora ordered a whole table-worth of food that cost next to


    nothing. This booth prided itself for having such delicious food at low prices.


    "Cassie! Let''s toast!" Cora called, raising her bottle of beer as she grinned ear to ear.


    Cassie immediately let her fish skewer down and swung her bottle up. "Cheers, Cora! It''s been a while


    since we were this rxed. Let''s party tonight!"


    "Sure!" Cora''s grin grew wider and brighter before they downed their drinks.


    As Cassie continued to eat, Cora nced towards her friend. Suddenly, Cora called her again. "Cassie.


    Be honest with me. What do you think of my brother? Be honest!"


    Cassie, in the middle of chewing her chicken leg, was surprised by the sudden question. She choked


    on her food, coughing a few times before swallowing. "A little warning next time, please!" Cassie said,


    grabbing her bottle again to ease her painful throat.


    "I told you already, Cora. I like Nick," Cassie sighed, finally relieved.


    "I know you told me that. But where is Nick now? You and Nick haven''t gone to another date after the


    first time. There''s not even a visit or a call," Cora said bluntly. Cassie was still trying to get used to


    Cora''s outspoken personality.


    However, Cassie knew that Cora was speaking the truth. It was honestly her biggest concern, too.N?velDrama.Org content rights.


    Nick had been vague about his feelings for her. Cassie had always been the one to take initiative. She


    was the one who always called him, who always thought and cared about him. He had never done


    such a thing to her. She didn''t know what he felt about her. Did Nick even like her?


    Cassie couldn''t answer the question herself. Deep down, she worried about her rtionship with Nick.


    Cora noticed Cassie suddenly so deep in thought. She stretched her hand out to take Cassie''s hand


    over the table. "Cassie," Cora called sincerely. "I only said that because you''re my friend. I don''t think


    Nick''s serious with you and your rtionship. It''s easy for me as an outsider to see that you pay more


    attention to him than he does with you."


    Cassie was startled by what Cora said. It was as if she was enlightened. Outsiders had the best


    observing seats. They saw the bigger picture. What if it was just all in her head?


    As Cassie pondered more on Cora''s observations, she barely missed her phone ring.


    When she peered at the screen, she saw that Jordan was calling her.


    Cassie hesitated in her seat. Cora leaned forward to check what was on Cassie''s phone, smirking


    when she saw the name on the screen. "See? My brother''s better for you. He always has time for you.


    Can''t you see that? He''s even more concerned for you than he is for me! And I''m his sister!"


    Coraughed, while Cassie rolled her eyes and answered the phone, though she was not having


    anything to really say to him.


    "Cassie. I just went to the hospital. They told me you got off work early. Where are you?" Jordan asked


    kindly, voice low and husky. Cassie was trying to swat Cora who was busy giggling and stifling her


    A few secondster, Cora waved at Cassie, signaling her.


    Cora didn''t want her brother to know that she was out drinking. Cassie nodded and tried toe up


    with something to say.


    "Jordan, I''m at home right now. What''s up?" Cassie asked, wondering about the unexpected call.


    "Oh, I see. Can I see you now? I''ve got a present for you," Jordan replied.


    "What? A present? Jordan, that''s so kind of you. But it''s toote in the evening, don''t you think? I''m a


    little tired after working all day," Cassie lied.


    "That''s all right. It won''t take long, I promise! I happen to be nearby. I''ll be there in twenty minutes! See


    youter," Jordan answered, about to hang up the phone.