Chapter 632 Just Like That, She Left
Sheryl smiled and continued,"After breakfast, I''ll make lunch for you before I leave with Shirley. You
haven''t recoveredpletely yet. So please ask your servant back as soon as possible."
"Are you sure you want to leave?" Charles asked on a distressed tone. He couldn''t figure out what was
going on. ''A few seconds earlier, everything is going smoothly. Howe she decides to just leave, out
of the blue?'' he thought.
Sheryl was determined, however, and needed to set things straight. "Yes, I''m leaving, and I will never
we do… we livepletely opposite lives. I think it would be best not to have any contact in the future
as well. And I hope you won''te looking for me again. I would really appreciate that."
Charles'' face contorted into an unrecognizable expression as soon as he heard Sheryl''s words. It
looked like a mix of confusion and anger, which he tried to suppress. Lowering his voice, he began
questioning her,"Are you breaking up with me?"
"Yes, I am," Sheryl confirmed nodding firmly. Her serene attitude quickly transformed into anger, as his
stares became more and more inculpating. She began shouting,"We''re grown-ups! We''re not kids, like
Shirley and Charlie. We can''t do whatever we want. We can''t pretend that nothing is wrong and that
sleeping together isn''t a mistake. I have a boyfriend and you have Charlie''s mom. We can''t hang out
any longer. I''d hate for people to be suspicious and start gossiping about us. So, we''d better not
have any more contact, Mr. Lu. It would be best for both of us."
She finished her words and headed over to the kitchen without even the barest hint of remorse. She
didn''t care for Charles'' answer, so he didn''t give her one. Instead, he just remained glued to the couch
as she cooked lunch.
His indifference made things worse, however. It irked Sheryl that he wasn''t saying anything. At that
point, all she wanted to do was leave.
She poured all her energy into her meals. Before long, she finished a pork ribs soup, braised fish in
brown sauce, beef with golden needle mushrooms and two other tes of vegetables. At ten thirty
sharp she walked out of the kitchen, after plugging in the rice cooker, and started getting ready to
leave. At first, she seemed to speak to whoever wanted to listen,"I finished cooking lunch. I''ve got to
go." She then paused, forced a smile and addressed Charles,"Shirley and I are leaving... now."
Charles was mad. He didn''t feel like stopping her or asking her to stay, as she appeared to have it all
figured out. She wasn''t consulting him, after all, so why would he waste his energy? Therefore he acted
as if he didn''t even hear her. Sheryl walked off towards the door, leaving him behind. Charlie, however,
ran after Sheryl as soon as she stepped outside. Prompted in the doorway, he shouted,"Sher, are you
really leaving?"
Charlie didn''t understand. He could see that Charles and Sheryl loved each other. Why was Sheryl
leaving? Nothing made any sense to him. He took a few steps outside in his socks, hoping to get her to
"Yes, I''m leaving," asserted Sheryl. She couldn''t help but take another nce at the door, unsure of
what she was hoping to find there in the first ce. But there was no one. She smiled bitterly. She
didn''t know what was wrong with her. She was the one breaking up with Charles but found it hard to
tear herself apart from him. How ridiculous that was!
Sheryl pinched Charlie''s cheek and exined,"Charlie, it''s your house, not mine nor Shirley''s. We don''t
live here; therefore, sooner orter, we would have to leave. If you want to see me, you can always call
me or just stop by my house, okay? You''re always wee."
"But you can always stay at my house, too... for as long as you want. Why can''t you two just stay?"
inquired Charlie, determined to pull out all the stops. He was confused and frankly, a bit annoyed too.
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They were happy living together. He couldn''t understand why she had to go.
"Well," Sheryl muttered and sighed,"this is what adults do. You''ll understand when you grow up."
However, Charlie didn''t see it that way, and he couldn''t straighten his frown in spite of all her
exnations.
Sheryl stepped away, took a final look at the door, and then concluded,"I have to go, Charlie. Take care
of your dad."
She had nothing more to say, so she turned around and left. Charlie was quite heartbroken. He went
back inside with his head hanging low.
Charles had heard the whole conversation from up close. As he was listening, all he wanted to do was
ask her to stay. But when he thought about it, she was being so heartless towards him; his ego couldn''t
take it, so he just stood there doing nothing but watch her leave.
As soon as Sheryl left though, Charles was filled with regret.
On one side, he had a lot of words stuck in his throat: pleads for her to stay, words of love and longing.
But on the other hand, Sheryl was being so cruel to him, and he wanted her to know how hurt he was.
He wanted to get back at her, to inflict the same kind of pain by not asking her to stay.
"Dad, they''re gone,"ined Charlie. He had watched Sheryl and Shirley get into the car before he
walked back inside, and still couldn''t believe it. He continued nagging Charles,"It''s toote to feel
regretful now. Why didn''t you ask her to stay?"
"Who told you I feel regretful?" Charles replied, full of indignation. He put down the magazine he was
reading and went on saying,"Let her go. I don''t care. She would have to leave sooner orter. It''s just a
matter of time."
"Really? Is that really how you feel?" Charlie added on a doubtful tone. Looking at Charles staring
nkly into his open magazine, Charlie was speechless. He couldn''t understand adults. Why couldn''t
they be honest with themselves and say what they were really thinking?
"It is," contended Charles. It was obvious he was still trying to lie to Charlie.
Charlie took another nce at him and said,"Then... why have you been holding the magazine upside
down all this time?"
Charles lowered his head to check. ''Dang!'' he thought.
It was obvious that Charles felt lost. Sheryl had left and his heart had left with her. But he knew down
deep that asking Sheryl to stay wouldn''t have been a long term solution. So he had toe up with
something better.
At that moment, however, he had to first fight off the embarrassment Charlie brought him. Looking at
his right-side-up magazine, he stated firmly,"Stay out of this. You little kid won''t understand."
"Fine! I don''t care," revolted Charlie. He was too irritated, though. So he had to have thest
word,"Sher is a beautiful, kind woman. Yet, you let her go just like that. You don''t know how to keep a
treasure. If she marries another man in the future, don''te to me feeling regretful."
He took another nce at Charles and continued,"You know what? I won''t ept any other woman as
my stepmother. It''s either Sher or no one else."
"What did you just say?" Charles asked in surprise. He then rephrased Charlie''s words,"You want
Sheryl to be your stepmother?"
Charles had been so busy pursuing Sheryl that he hadn''t even considered how Charlie would feel
about her being part of their lives. So knowing that he was in his corner, supportive of that fact was
such a relief for him.
Charlie blushed and replied,"Yes, I want Sher to be my mom."
Hearing that, Charles pulled Charlie into a tight hug. He had forgotten all about their earlier
confrontation. Proud and ecstatic, Charles promised,"I will try my best to make your wishese true."
Shirley hadn''t been happy since she left Dream Garden. Sheryl knew that she had bonded with
Charles and Charlie, and it would be hard for her to leave. ''Children don''t have to listen to their parents
anymore after they''ve grown up. I just have to wait, '' Shirley mumbled to herself.
Sheryl had brought her some of her favorite food, but Shirley refused to have any. She kept asking her
mom to take her to the amusement park, but Sheryl was afraid that she might get the flu. It was the
season for it and other children were starting to get it already. So she refused Shirley''s request.