His Real Wedded Bride

Chapter 1171 Shaken Awake From A Sweet Dream

The elevator arrived with a "ding" and everyone tried to rush into it to run away from the scene which

was about to unfold. They called out to Sheryl and Isla, "The elevator is here. We are leaving now.

Bye!"

Others echoed, "Yes, it's time for us to go." They were trying to avoid the embarrassing situation. The

elevator was overloaded and some of them couldn't get in. They decided to take the stairs rather than

wait for the next elevator. Sheryl watched their ridiculous show without saying a word.

Rachel saw everything from her booth, and she smiled proudly. This was the kind of effect that she

wanted to see.

But she wanted Sheryl to witness this with her own eyes. She wanted to destroy her happiness and her

trust in Charles. Thinking about Sheryl's reaction when she saw them together, she couldn't hide her

smile.

"Charles, how do you feel right now?" asked Rachel gently. She acted innocent, as she slowly gave

him a massage. She added, "Is this pressure okay with you? I learned this method while I was filming

the traditional Chinese medicine movie a long time ago. It was written in the script that this massage to

the chest would dispel the effects of alcohol. I'm not sure if it's effective or not. Do you feel any better?"

"It doesn't work," said Charles coldly. After they entered the booth, Rachel asked him to lie down

because that would spark wild theories in people when they saw them. It would have been more

effective to the development of her plan. But Charles wouldn't listen to her and sat on the sofa instead.

She was annoyed that he had not cooperated with her. Besides, she even had some difficulty having

him stay in the booth with her.

"That's how this massage works. You won't feel any immediate effect after the massage, but it's the

most harmless treatment for your body," said Rachel in a convincing tone. She wanted Charles to stay

in the booth as long as possible so that more people, especially Sheryl, could see them in the same

room, being intimate with each other. 'My poor Sheryl, how would you feel when you see this?' Rachel

thought and smirked happily.

There was music playing in the booth. The combination of the dull light and the soft music gave off an

aura of romance.

It was not possible to hear what they were talking about from outside the booth, but from Rachel's

smiling face, it would be evident to anyone that she was really enjoying her time with Charles.

She was so close to him that it looked like he was holding her in his arms. He did not reject her at all.

Isla was about to rush into the room to catch his cheating on Sheryl, but at that very moment, when she

stepped out towards the booth, she was pulled back by Sheryl very quickly.

"Isla, don't enter that box!" Sheryl requested. Sheryl was pretty thin and always looked so weak. Isla

wondered how she had such explosive strength to pull her back like that!

"Sher, do you understand the situation here? Why won't you let me in? He is inside this booth! With

another woman! That malicious woman!" said Isla disappointingly. Isla had thought that Sheryl would

be the first one to confront those shameless people because it was her right to do so. But Sheryl chose

to stay outside the booth.

"Isla, please don't let me lose the last of my dignity! I beg you not to go in there, please! I don't want to

see her swaggering before me. I don't even want to talk to them!" said Sheryl in a bleak voice. She was

shivering, desperately pulling Isla back. She clung onto Isla's hands as if she was clinging onto a

floating wood as she was drowning. Isla was providing her with immense comfort just by staying by her

side.

Isla didn't want to stimulate Sheryl anymore, so she held her tightly and comforted her. She said, "Don't

be afraid, Sher. Whenever and wherever you need me, I will always be there for you. I will never leave

your side." She felt sorry for Sheryl. She was a very good friend, a great mother and a loyal wife. Why

would Charles make her suffer this way?

"Then, leave with me. I don't want to stay here any longer, not even for another second. It makes me

sick to even think about them," said Sheryl firmly. Her breath was shallow and her heart was heavy.

She felt like she was about to pass out any second now. She might lose her head if she stayed there a

minute longer.

She felt like she would suffocate to death. She kept wondering why her beloved husband would stay

with the woman who wanted to set her up and embarrass her in front of the whole city.

And Charles knew very well that Rachel was the one who wanted her to lose her reputation. He knew

that she was an evil woman! Even after knowing everything about her, he still allowed her to sit next to

him in such a flirty manner.

What was he thinking? Did he still love Rachel? Sheryl did not want to know the answer to that.

"Okay, let's go. Don't think about them anymore," Isla agreed. She thought that Sheryl might feel better

if she left the place soon. Isla could not bear to see Sheryl's saddened face, so she changed her mind

temporarily. After all, Sheryl's happiness was the most important thing to her. It was not the proper time

to show up in front of them.

Sheryl and Isla had to wait near the box for the elevator to come. Sheryl tried her best not to look at

them, not even a glance. But she could feel Rachel's challenging look. She knew that Rachel had been

paying attention to her ever since she had arrived near the booth.

But Rachel was not satisfied by Sheryl's pale face, she wanted her to suffer more! She sat closer to

Charles and lowered her head. From where Sheryl stood, it looked like they were kissing.

She was so close to breaking down. Her world was collapsing.

It took forever for the elevator to come. When it finally arrived, she got in quickly, as if it could protect

her from all harm. She tried not to look at what they were doing in the box, or she would be disturbed.

Rachel was so delighted to see that Sheryl was defeated and had fled. She finally had her revenge. If

Sheryl didn't exist, she would be Charles' lover. It was all Sheryl's fault.

"Rachel, what are you looking at?" asked Charles. He was ready to go back to his own booth.

He had wanted to figure out whether Lance had had any part to play in the plot against Sheryl. That

was why he had agreed to go to Rachel's booth with her. He also wanted to know if Lance would come

looking for him since he hadn't been back in a long time.

If Lance came looking for him, it would prove that Lance had nothing to do with Rachel's ploys.

But what he had not expected was Sheryl's involvement in all this. If he had known that Sheryl was at

Lavender Bar that night, he would not have chosen this method to sound out Lance's and Rachel's

intentions. The last thing he wanted was to break Sheryl's heart.

"I wasn't looking at anything, Charles. I just noticed that we forgot to close the door. Would you wait a

minute? I'll close it so that no one sees you in my booth." She hid the truth that Sheryl and Isla had

been right outside for a while. Anyway, they had already taken the elevator downstairs. She had

nothing to worry about.

It would be great if her passionate massages could remind him of their past and they could have a

chance to spend this night together. After all, she had been longing for this for such a long time.

"No need for that," Charles refused without a second thought. Rachel did not expect Charles to be so

alert. He got up to leave. "It's getting late. I should go home."

It had been a while since he had come to her booth. During this time, no one had tried to look for him.

He had his answers. He figured that Rachel and Lance were trying to cover up something. As for

Rachel, he had seen through her plan when she said she was going to close the door.

He had no reason to force himself to stay with her any longer.

"Charles, you are drunk and I have not finished the massage yet. If we stop here, our efforts would be

wasted. Why don't you let me finish it?" she demanded. She had tried so hard to get him stay there

with her. She would try everything to stop him from leaving.

"Our efforts would be wasted?" Charles said in a mocking tone. His expression changed. He asked

indifferently, "Rachel, are you afraid that the efforts you put into this massaging would be wasted, or are

you actually afraid that you will gain nothing from the efforts you have made tonight?"

"Charles, I am afraid I don't know what you are talking about," Rachel said, slightly panicking. She was

afraid that he would guess her real purpose. She pretended to have not done anything wrong.

"You don't know? Why don't you ask your partner, Lance? Rachel, don't take me for a fool. I did drink a

lot, but I'm not drunk! I know exactly where I am, and it is pretty obvious what you are trying to do."

Since he got the answers he was looking for from her actions, he didn't want to continue giving her

hope. He knew what she had done to Sheryl. He wanted her to go through the same pain Sheryl had

suffered.

A woman so vicious deserved it.

"Charles... I... I don't know what you mean. I don't follow you." She pretended as if she knew nothing

about Lance's plan. She thought that if she played innocent, Charles might be fooled.

"Get out of the room, right now! You don't need me to say that again, do you?" Charles demanded. He

was disgusted by her so much that he did not want to continue talking to her. She looked so miserable

and pitiable, but all her misery was caused by her own conduct. Nobody would show any pity for her.

All her pitiable looks were just some kind of pretension to Charles.

"I... I did not do anything wrong! How can you treat me like this?" She was unwilling to accept that

Charles had seen through everything.

She did not understand why she had to lose him again when she had nearly won his heart. Rachel was

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