Chapter 1794 Appreciation
"All right. I''m going to bed now, and you should go to bed too. I don''t think Charles is going to be
sleeping anytime soon because he just texted me that he''s still busy. So you don''t have to worry about
that,"
Melissa added when she saw Le peering in Charles'' direction.
"All right. Got it. Good night, aunt Melissa."
Le smiled bashfully before she went back to her room.
Since Charles got home prettyte that night, he didn''t check on Melissa again.
The following morning, he made sure to check on Melissa early.
He was surprised to find that the person who opened the door when he knocked wasn''t Melissa—it
was Le.
Le''s face broke into a smile when she saw Charles. "We''re having breakfast, Charles. What do you
want to eat?"
"Anything." Charles face was stone cold.
Le was already used to that, but she took it as a good sign that Charles was even willing to talk to
her.
"Mom, how do you feel now? I''m sorry that I was busy yesterday." Charles walked over to Melissa and
apologized to her.
Melissa shook her head and smiled as she could tell that Charles felt guilty. "Charles, why are you
saying sorry? Why would I me you for that? I''m fine. I spent the day with Le. You don''t have to
worry about me."
Upon hearing that, Charles nodded his head. He then turned to Le to sh her a grateful smile.
Le silently smiled back. She figured Charles must have some things to talk about with Melissa, so
she needed to give them some space.
"Charles, do you still have anything to do?" Melissa asked with a worried look.
Charles quickly answered, "Mom, don''t worry. Everything''s fine." He smiled at her to console her.
"Great!" Melissa eximed.
A waiter knocked at the door and told them that their food was ready. He asked if they would prefer to
go down to the dining hall for breakfast.
Charles and Le helped Melissa out of the room. The waiter couldn''t help but notice the seemingly
perfect family.
''They look like such a lovely family, '' he thought to himself.
Soon, they reached the dining hall.
While they were eating, Le paid special attention to Melissa. She helped fill Melissa''s bowl, and she
even knew what her favorite dishes were!
It was as if Le was Melissa''s daughter, and Charles was her son-inw.
"Charles, this is for you." While they were having their breakfast, Melissa suddenly put down her bowl
and chopsticks. Then she took out something from her purse and gave it to Charles.
Charles nced and saw that it was two invitation cards.
He had a puzzled look on his face.
Just as he was about to ask, Melissa spoke, "It''s from my friend. I was nning to go with you, but I
don''t think I can anymore, given my health. I think you should go with Le."
Le was eating quietly. When she heard this, she couldn''t help but get excited. ''Is this the surprise that
Aunt Melissa has prepared for me?'' she thought.
"Mom, do you really think that''s appropriate?" Charles grumbled.
"Why wouldn''t it be? If none of us go, do you think that''s appropriate? Isn''t that more embarrassing?
My friend formally invited me. I don''t want to be rude," Melissa exined as she pulled at Charles''
sleeve.
"Then ask Le to go. Leave me out of it."
Charles'' face was sullen.
Suddenly, Melissa thought of something, since Charles was being so stubborn. "I have two invitations
here. Just go with her. You weren''t around yesterday, you know. Good thing I had Le with me, and
she took care of me. If she wasn''t here, I don''t think I would''ve been able toe down here for
breakfast. Just go with her to show her you appreciate that."
Melissa knew Charles well—he hated being forced to do something, but he also hated owing other
people.
Charles gazed into Melissa''s eyes. After he thought it through, he decided that Melissa was right. If he
didn''t go with Le, it would seem like he wasn''t grateful toward Le for her kind help.
"Aunt Melissa, it''s okay. I can stay in the hotel with you. Charles can go alone," Le said, pretending to
be embarrassed.
"No! You were with me the entire day yesterday. You should go out and have some fun," Melissa said
guiltily.
Charles was starting to get impatient with this back and forth. He coughed, then said, "Mom, I''ll take
Le. You can go back to eating." After cutting them off, Charles continued to eat while keeping his
head low—a sign that he didn''t want to continue the conversation any further.
The two women exchanged nces with each other, along with a knowing smile. They let it go
because they had already gotten what they had wanted.
After breakfast, Melissa said that she was feeling tired, so she went back to her room. Before she left,
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she reminded Charles to buy an evening gown for Le.
After all, they were just here for a leisurely trip, so Le wouldn''t have packed something to wear to a
formal event.
When Melissa had left, Charles said coldly, "You can pick your own dress. I''ll just pay for it."
"Aren''t youing with me?" Le asked, her eyes expectant.
Charles wasn''t affected in the least by Le''s begging. Casting her a cold nce, he said tly, "I''m
going back to my room. No, I won''t being with you."
He didn''t say anything more. Without waiting for Le to respond, he stalked off. Le couldn''t help but
feel abandoned. It was as if he didn''t care about how she felt.
Soon, Charles had already disappeared. Le''s eyes were filled with resentment as she thought of
Sheryl.
Meanwhile, at the airport, just as Sheryl was about to pass through customs, someone suddenly called
to her.
She turned around and was immediately stunned.
''What''s I doing here?'' she wondered.
"Sher!" I waved her hand, running toward Sheryl as soon as she turned. Gasping for air, I said,
"Why didn''t you tell me that you were leaving?"
"I thought you knew I was going to Mysia. What else is there to tell?" Sheryl couldn''t help but be
amused at I''s reaction.
I paused. It was written all over her face that she realized that Sheryl was right. Soon, she turned
bashful, and she lifted her hand and scratched her head. She asked, "I thought I told you I wanted to
say goodbye at the airport?"
Sheryl shrugged. She knew what was up.