Chapter 1383 Bad Dreams
What happenedst night shed across Sheryl''s mind vividly like a movie. She made the utmost effort
to make sure that every step was seamless, and she couldn''t afford any mistakes or idents.
It was the breakthrough that Sheryl needed, a once in a blue moon opportunity. Le was so cunning
and deceitful whereas she, on the other hand, was softhearted. If Le hadn''t given herself away,
Sheryl would never havee up with such an idea of bringing her under control and forcing her to
reveal where they hid Shirley, although she desperately clung to the idea to get Shirley back. Sheryl
would never regret doing it for one moment.
Sheryly motionless in the VIP ward at the hospital, and she still hadn''t woken up, not even once.
Twelve hours had passed by quickly, and by this stage, the doctor was sure that she was out of danger.
After giving Sheryl another thorough checkup, the doctor returned to his office and called Charles to
keep him updated on Sheryl''s progress.
"I have a question, Doctor. Now that she is out of the woods, why doesn''t she wake up?" Charlie asked
in a worried tone. Charles came into the doctor''s office immediately in the hope that there was a sign
that she would wake soon.
The doctor looked up at him after reading the medical record and replied earnestly, "Mr. Lu, please
don''t worry. These things take some time. After all, she had been attacked unexpectedly in her already
weakened condition. She has been through a lot and needs more time to rest. I believe that she will
wake when she is well-rested."
"All right then. Thank you for your letting me know, Doctor," Charles said. The doctors'' words offered
somefort to take a load from his mind. However, Charles wouldn''tpletely rx, not until Sheryl
woke up and smiled at him.
"You''re wee, Mr. Lu. I''m just doing my job. She will get better soon and please take care of her. If
you have any concerns, please feel free to contact me," the doctor added.
Charles nodded and left the doctor''s office. He rubbed his head, absentmindedly on his way to Sheryl''s
ward. When he entered the room and saw Sheryl, a smile of relief crept onto the corners of his mouth.
He noticed beads of sweat on her brows, which reminded him that he needed to bath her.
It had been two days since Sheryl had a shower, and he knew that she would feel remorseful if she
learned that she hadn''t showered yet.
The smile on his face widened when he remembered how Sheryl used to show ill-temper at him.
After locking the door for privacy, Charles went to the bathroom and soaked a towel under the tap.
Then he went back to the bed and gently proceeded to wipe Sheryl''s face and neck with great care.
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Charles had never done this before, and so he deliberately slowed down his movements, in order not
to hurt her.
When he spotted the bruise on her neck, he paused, and the tenderness in his eyes disappeared. He
felt the rage building inside of him and rolling into a full-force storm. Charles felt distressed for not
protecting Sheryl and regretted not taking Le down from the start.
To this moment, he had almost ascertained that it was Le who tortured Sheryl. That night, both Le
and Melissa were at home, and today, he had talked with Melissa, trying to find out something useful,
but only found out that Melissa didn''t get involved.
It was Le. He would never forgive her and would pay her back an eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth.
The anger rose to a near boiling point inside of Charles. He hardly did anything to Le when she
kidnapped Shirley, but that wasn''t enough for Le as she had dug her ws into Sheryl as well. That
was the breaking point for Charles. He swore that he would make her pay.
Now was not the right time. Charles still hadn''t found where they were keeping their daughter, and
Sheryl was still unconscious. The most important thing was to take care of Sheryl until she regained
her strength and woke up. Revenge is a dish best eaten cold, and Charles could wait.
Charles squeezed some ointment onto his fingers and gently rubbed it onto the bruises on her neck
until it had absorbed into her skin.
The bruises were slowly fading, but they would remain etched into Charles'' memories forever. They
would stay there as a constant reminder of how he neglected the woman he loved and allowed her to
go through this hell.
Even when Sheryl healed, he would not. Even if Sheryl forgave him, he would never forgive himself. It
was all his fault for giving Le the chance to hurt Sheryl.
Charles had his own n set in motion. He decided to let sleeping dogs lie until they dropped their
guard and gave the game away. Charles could then track them down and rescue their daughter.
However, he never anticipated that Le could be so callous and raise her hand against Sheryl as well.
It was toote to regret now.
It turned out that it was all wishful thinking on his part. If he had been more alert, all of this would never
have happened.
The more he thought about it, the more enraged he became. Charles had to use every ounce of his
strength to stop himself from going to find Le this minute and tearing her limb from limb.
He had to be patient. Justice had long arms. When Charles had finally finished bathing Sheryl, he
found that his clothes were soaked in sweat. He didn''t know if it was out of nervousness or fear of
losing her. Charles was exhausted and felt like he had just finished a tough business negotiation. A
negotiation that he had never encountered before.
When he gazed upon Sheryl, a touch of sweetness warmed his heart. It was a pleasant feeling to take
care of the love of his life when she needed it, and it was a happiness that he had never tasted before.
Charles felt that his life was bing morepleted with Sheryl around. It took this tragedy for him
to realize how important she was to him.
"Sher, can you hear me? Please wake up! I''m so scared!" he whispered into her ear. Charles rested his
forehead against hers and stayed like that for a moment.
He then gazed at her and slowly raised his hand to tenderly caress her cheeks. Charles could feel that
her cheekbones had be more prominent. ''She must have lost weight these past days because of
the worry and stress from losing our dear daughter.''
He closed his eyes tightly to stop the tears from falling and remembered the promises he made when
they were married. To love her, cherish her and protect her no matter what happened till death did they
part. Charles didn''t keep his promise.
The guilt soon took over his heart. It opened his mouth, slithered down his throat, and seized his heart
tightly that he almost felt like he was choking. For a moment, he was numb with pain.
The painful lump in his throat caused him to gasp for air. He wanted to say that he was sorry from the
depth of his soul, but he could only whimper.
It took Charles a while topose himself. When he finally opened his teary eyes, he gazed at Sheryl
with such self-condemnation and repentance in his eyes. "I''m so sorry, Sher. I would rather kill myself
than to watch you suffer this much. Please, please give me your trust one more time. I''ll do my utmost
to protect you and our children. I will make you the happiest woman in the world. I swear to you with all
of my heart and soul!"
He then lowered his head and showered her with tender kisses like delicate raindrops. Charles hoped
that she could feel the love and warmth, so she knew how much he loved her.
When the night fell, Charles didn''t leave her, to go home.
Instead, he stayed at the hospital with Sheryl and told the nursing staff that he had employed, to leave
them alone.
Earlier that afternoon, he called his assistant and said that he would be away for a couple of days. He
left the vice president in charge during this period. Charles stressed that he didn''t want to be disturbed
unless there was a major emergency such as the sky was falling down.
All of his attention was on Sheryl now. He wasn''t able to spare any of his time to his Shining Company.
He pulled a chair up next to her bed and sat down. The chair wasn''t veryfortable because Charles
was a tall and burly man. However, Charles didn''t seem to realize it. Sheryl was the only person that
mattered now, and nothing else was necessary at the moment.
He just gazed at her and was unaware of the time. Suddenly he heard Sheryl mumble something in her
sleep. Charles leaned in and put his ear closer to her mouth to listen.
"Oww, it hurts! Please don''t hurt me! Stay away from me! Stay away from my daughter! Please, leave
us alone!" she murmured with her eyes still shut.
Charles'' heart broke when he saw that Sheryl must have been having a nightmare. She frowned in her
sleep while her eyelids twitched and tears slid down from the corners of her eyes.
Charles didn''t interrupt her but stayed quiet to hear more. However, Sheryl fell silent once again. It was
as if what he heard were all in his imagination.
He stroked her hair lovingly to calm her down.
"Sher, it''s me, Charles! I''m here with you. It''s all right. Don''t be scared. I''ll protect you and the children.
I''ll always be here for you. Just rx and sleep, knowing that I am here with you," he whispered
regardless of whether she could hear him or not.
The next moment his eyes had sharpened like a pair of icy daggers. No trace of the softness was left
that he bore for Sheryl from a moment ago, because he thought of the people that hurt her.
He gently rubbed her shoulders to soothe her until her breathing was slow and steady again. When
Charles was satisfied that Sheryl had rxed and fallen into a deep slumber, he stood up and headed
for the door. The gale was raging, and the storm was about to break and wreak havoc.