His Real Wedded Bride

Chapter 1160 More And More Beautiful

"Oh, Mom. You were not resting well these days, so you should have a good rest, or else, I'll be worried

and guilty if you become really tired and ill," Charles said with a weak pout on his face.

Melissa smiled as her heart felt warmth and moved by her son's care. She looked at Charles with eyes

full of love. Seeing this, Charles, too, was also very moved by his mother's love.

After all, they had been separated for more than ten years. No matter where they were, what they did,

or who they were with in those years, it was still undeniable that they had missed that much time to

make great memories together.

It was for this reason that after reuniting once again, they always felt that there was still a gap between

the haze.

There was so many things that Charles wanted to talk about with Melissa, but he didn't know how to

express himself. The same way Melissa didn't know how to express her love for her son.

However, there was no doubt that they were using their own ways, big or small, to make each other live

a better life.

Especially Melissa. She didn't care about how terrible her way would be as long as she did the things

that were deemed right for her.

And she would do her best to achieve these right things.

"Oh, dear Charles, you must be tired these days as well. I know that you must have done a great deal

with Sher's situation. Go have some rest yourself, and don't exhaust yourself too much. Also, don't

worry about me. I'm fine. I have been so idle all day that I am not anywhere near tired at all."

Charles smiled after hearing her words, and then he suddenly remembered her request before. "By the

way, Mom, please, just wait for another two days. I will make sure to get Leila out."

"Son, I'm so glad that you still remember my little request. However, I honestly just said that without

thinking. You don't need to pay much attention to that. If this situation is easy to solve, that's good

news. But if not, then don't force yourself. Besides, she made a mistake regardless of her reasons to

do it. She got herself into jail, and I know it's not easy for us to help her."

Deep inside, Melissa had purposely pretended to be oblivious of anything, as if she did not know who

had sent Leila to prison.

Since Melissa didn't know that, Charles would not tell her that it was he that had sent Leila to prison. "I

know what I'm doing, Mom, and I won't do anything illegal. Don't worry too much about me."

Melissa replied with a smile. Charles smiled back and excused himself to go retreat in the master's

bedroom. Melissa stayed in the living room alone. She smiled gratifyingly as she recalled her call with

Leila when she was in the hotel a while ago. She told Leila that she would be able to let her out of

prison.

Back in the prison, since prisoners were only given a limited amount of time to use the public

telephone, Leila wasn't able to ask about the details.

Still, during that limited time, Leila didn't believer her. As for Melissa, she believed that this situation

would be settled soon, and that when Leila finally was out of jail, she wouldn't call Melissa a liar

anymore.

Meanwhile, Charles stopped in front of the door of their bedroom and knocked once before asking,

"Sher, it's me. Are you asleep?" He then opened the door to find that Sheryl was not there.

As Sheryl was rubbing her hair dry with a bath towel, she heard the knock. "I'm inside the bathroom. I

just finished showering," she called out.

Moments later, Sheryl came out to see Charles pouring some wine into his glass. He turned with a wine

glass half full in his hand. Her hair was dripping wet, and there were still beads of water on her

shoulder blades. She was wrapped with a pale pink towel that covered her upper breasts and stopped

just above her knees. The light material of the towel hogged her body tight enough to show her form.

The seductive cleavage of her breasts was inviting, making Charles take a sip on his wine, feeling the

temptation surge through him.

Charles smiled as his eyes wander through Sheryl's body. Her eyebrows furrowed into confusion and

she asked, "What's wrong?" "Nothing. It's just that you're becoming more and more beautiful."

Sheryl's cheeks started to turn bright pink. "Really? How come I don't see that?" she asked as she

moved towards the mirror and began to look at herself from head to toe, but after doing that, she still

did not find any special changes in her.

"You don't?" Charles asked and took a step forward, making her turn to face him. "Well then, let me tell

you which parts of you that are tempting and that make me fall in love with you every single day, and

that even when we're apart, you still can't get out of my mind," he said softly as he moved closer.

As soon as Charles was standing inches in front of her, Sheryl noticed a hint of strong alcohol.

"Charles, how much wine did you drink?" she asked, taking a step back.

Charles' eyes widened in surprise by how Sheryl looked at her and how she moved a step back. He

immediately explained himself, "Not much. I swear, I didn't drink much. I was just in a good mood, so I

drank a little. But Sher, you know that I'm not drunk. The reason why I'm acting like this now is not

because I drank much, but because you are more intoxicating than the wine!"

Charles knew that he was not tempted because of the alcohol. Otherwise, he would not be so calm

when he faced his mother. Plus, he could still clearly remember when the designated driver handed

him the car keys, and where he placed the car keys.

As soon as he faced Sheryl, however, his mind began to be hazy and unclear, so he knew well enough

that he wasn't led by the alcohol.

The one who tempted him, the one who made him feel intoxicated was naturally Sheryl, standing in

front of him with just a light cloth to cover her bare body.

As for Sheryl, she couldn't help but feel the longing for Charles, and knew deep inside how much she

missed him. Then again, she thought about she was still a conservative woman, so she should be

reserved.

Then again, she couldn't help but feel how useless this feeling of reserve was when facing Charles.

She finally gave up her resistance. She took a step forward and slowly closed her eyes, not caring

anymore about how her hair was still dripping, how her body still wasn't wiped dry completely, or even

the scent of alcohol emitted from Charles. All she cared about now was how Charles touched her.

Whether or not he was in a drunken state, it was undeniable how gentle Charles was when he explored

and landed his lips on parts of Sheryl's soft body, as if he was playing an extremely priceless and

treasured piece of art.

He was handling her as if he was afraid that any reckless movement would scar this perfection in front

of him.

"Sher, do you know?" Charles spoked as he cupped Sheryl's cheeks, making Sheryl open her eyes to

look at him. "I love both you and your body very much. You're mine and only mine forever, do you hear

me?" Before Sheryl could respond, Charles greedily kissed her with pure affection surging through his

heart.

This atmosphere between them increased Sheryl's lust and desire, and as Charles pulled away to kiss

her neck, she asked, "What about you? Will you be mine and only mine for the rest of our lives?"

Without hesitation, Charles looked at her straight into her eyes and replied, "Of course. Unless you

personally hand me over to others, in this life, I only belong to you alone until the day of my last

breath."

Sheryl felt like fireworks had just exploded inside of her, making her initiate another kiss. Charles took

this as cue and started to pull her towards the bed, letting the towel fall off the floor. As this two savored

this night together, they were wrong to ignore an important premise that what Charles had said just now

was, as long as Sheryl didn't hand Charles over to others, they would be together.

What did that mean?

If Sheryl really intended to give up and hand Charles over to others, did it mean that Charles would This content © Nôv/elDr(a)m/a.Org.

accept it without a fight?

There were some problems that had no resolutions, and if these things weren't noticed by both parties

involved at all, then as a watcher, these things were to be ignored as well.