Chapter 2107 Because We Don''t Have A Father


    After hanging up, Sheryl was suddenly aware of Charles watching her. His eyes spoke of his emotions


    as clear as day.


    At once, she felt her heart quicken its pace. ''Get a hold of yourself, you silly woman, '' she castigated


    herself silently, maintaining a calm expression.


    It had been a long time since shest saw him. Why was he looking at her like that? Was it possible


    that he still loved her? She still recognized those eyes. It was the same gaze he would watch her with


    when they were still married. At that time, he had been the world to her. A sudden chill gripped her.


    No, these memories were treacherous. Perhaps he had gazed at many other women with the same


    eyes.


    She passed by him without so much as a greeting and walked towards her daughters'' ward.


    She heard his footsteps follow her closely, and soon the two of them were inside.


    The chill that held her chest captive made its way into a cold smile. It was not necessary for him to be


    here. He didn''t have to stay when his house and bed was warm with that beauty of his.


    In the ward, Shirley closed her eyes again and fell asleep.


    Sheryl was intent on paying no mind to the man in the room. Bending over her daughter, she ran a cool


    cloth, wiped the sweat off Shirley''s forehead, and looked at her watch. Already, it was eleven o''clock in


    the evening.


    Throughout the day, she had been upied with worry about her daughter''s stomachache. Only after


    seeing Shirley was she able to finally breathe. The next moment, it was as if her body was able to


    recognize her fatigue. She felt sleepy.


    There was another bed beside Shirley''s bed. Still, without ncing at Charles, she took off her coat


    andy down.


    She turned to face the wall, not wanting to see Charles'' face. She couldn''t see her daughter, but she


    heard her rhythmic breathing in the silence of the room.


    Soon, her exhaustion overtook her, and she dozed off. It had been a tiring day for her. At longst, she


    would be able to get some much-needed sleep.


    Charles remained silent the entire time, even as his eyes never left Sheryl. He watched the small


    movements she made as she slept, and was filled with quiet relief.


    All he could hear in the ward was his daughter and Sheryl''s breathing. The sounds soothed his


    troubled mind, and for the first time in a long while, he felt peaceful as he stood there and watched over


    them sleep.


    Sleep had evaded him these days, but this quiet moment was good enough for now.


    As he thought that, Sheryl turned over, now facing him with her eyes still closed.


    The sudden movement caused her coat to drop to the floor.


    Walking quietly, Charles went closer to her and gazed at her sleeping face. Then, he bent down, picked


    up her coat, and covered her once again.


    At this, Sheryl began to mutter in her dream.


    "Don''t... Please don''t leave me." A choked cry broke out from her. "Charles…


    You bastard…" Her voice grew stronger and more intense.


    "You don''t love me, do you? I will forget you soon," she cried.


    Charles heard every word clearly. They rang loudly in his head and constricted his chest like thorny


    vines. A pained smile appeared on his lips. Even in her dreams, she was still cursing him.


    It seemed that Sheryl still couldn''t forget him, even if it wasn''t how he wanted her to think of him.


    Sighing, he took off his coat and covered Sheryl with it.


    He gathered the pain in his chest and tucked it away. For now, he would be content with just watching


    her. It was as if he could never tire of her face. Even now, her beauty possessed all the space in his


    memory.


    And even all the space in his heart. That unmistakable pain was proof of it. He did not want her to be


    hurt, especially by himself.


    ''Sher, please wait for me. Just for a few more months. I will marry you again and take good care of you.


    And this time, I won''t let you go, '' he vowed to her in his mind.


    The next moment, he bent down and pressed his lips to Sheryl''s forehead, his kiss as gentle and light


    as a butterfly''s wings.


    The touch of her soft skin betrayed his body to intimate sensations he had known with her before. His


    heart beat quicker and louder as the ghost of her warmth trailed all over him.


    It was all too familiar. Charles grit his teeth as he fought his own desire. He knew what he wanted, but it


    would not be like this. He wouldn''t hurt her. Standing up, he hurried and walked out of the ward.


    Charles was unaware that he had been holding his breath until it escaped from his lungs outside.


    Taking deep breaths, he calmed himself down.


    It had been too long since he had seen her. And yet, even time was unable to diminish the depth of his


    emotion.


    He cast a longing look inside the room where two of the people he loved most in the world were


    peacefully sleeping. And here he was, denying himself permission to be with them. The corridors were


    cold and uncaring to the woes of an anguished man.


    Inside, Sheryl opened her eyes slowly after hearing Charles leave.


    She had already awoken when Charles had covered her with the coat.


    But she had no desire to thank him, so she had feigned sleep.


    What she did not expect was his lips on her forehead. The nerve of that man…


    Sheryl knew she could not fool herself. Her heart had responded to his gentle touch, and there was no


    use denying it to herself. She felt the familiar quickening in her chest, and she knew that she still loved


    him.


    He had already left her. Their marriage was through, and yet she still couldn''t let go of these feelings.


    Why did her heart still call out to him even after his betrayal? He had chosen the warmth of another


    woman''s arms. So why?


    Sheryl felt anger at her own foolishness. She wanted to p herself in her face if it was what would


    bring her back to her senses. Had she not yet suffered enough? How much more pain would her heart


    take before she learned? But when she heard the sound of Charles'' footsteps walking away, it was as if


    he had taken her heart with him.


    "Mom!" Shirley''s voice broke her thoughts.


    Sheryl quickly tensed up and looked at her daughter. She hadn''t even noticed when she had left the


    bed. The next thing she knew, her daughter was standing straight and looking at her.


    She hurried to stand straight, the coats covering her dropping to the floor. Her eyes caught the


    movement of the materials and were shocked at what she found.


    There were two coats. Charles had left his with her.


    Shirley was also quick to notice. "Mom, is the coat dad''s? He gave the coat to you. Doesn''t he feel


    cold?" she asked curiously.


    Sheryl simply shook her head and pushed down the tender feelings that were threatening toe to


    the surface.


    "Shirley, how do you feel now?" she asked her daughter instead.


    "Mom, I feel fine now," Shirley answered.


    Relief flooded over her at Shirley''s answer. She was alright now. Gathering her in a hug, Sheryl said,


    "Okay, Honey. Please remember to pay attention to the food you eat next time. The doctor said that


    you had a stomachache because you ate something cold. Will you have anything cold in the future


    again?"


    "No, I won''t have it again. I don''t want to have another stomachache." Shirley hurried to shake her


    head.


    Sheryl finally smiled. "Good girl."


    The mother and daughter chatted with each other for a long time. Afterward, Shirley looked around, her


    eyes searching for her father. "Mom, did dad go back home?" she asked. "Does he not like me? Is that


    why he didn''t want to stay?"


    Sheryl felt as if her heart crumbled to pieces inside her at her daughter''s question. Her throat tightened


    as she swallowed a sob.


    "Shirley, do you miss your father?" she asked.


    Shirley looked at her, her hopeful eyes bringing another wave of pain. "Yes. I hope dad can stay with


    us. If he''s there, then no one would bully us."


    "Bully? Shirley, is there someone bullying you?" Sheryl asked with a concerned expression.


    Shirley was quiet for a while. "Mom, if I tell you, will you promise not to tell brother?" she asked.


    "Of course," Sheryl assured her.


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    Shirley said, "In the kindergarten, some of my ssmates said that we didn''t have a father, but they


    had theirs. They said their fathers stayed with them and had dinner with them, but we didn''t have ours


    with us..."