His Real Wedded Bride

Chapter 1254 Done

Because of the disclosure of some secret information, their bosses had already figured out that Sheryl

must have something to do with Leila's poisoning. Their bosses were also informed that once Leila

regained her consciousness, she would cooperate with the following actions. As such, the impact of the

accident was purposely maximized. It started as a spark, but was fueled into a huge fire.

Sheryl noticed that no one actually showed any interest in talking to her. She had no way to play the

same trick again, so she just sat on a bench nearby quietly. Obviously, there was no use attempting it

again.

Right at this moment, a tall figure approached from the other end of the corridor.

It was Charles. He had started looking for Sheryl as soon as he reached the hospital. After learning that

Leila was in the emergency room, he wasted no time rushing there.

From afar, he could see Sheryl sitting alone on the bench. He could recognize her familiar figure

anywhere. Seeing her sitting all by herself, he couldn't help but feel heart-broken.

"Sher!" Charles called out.

Hearing his familiar voice, she initially thought she must be hearing things. 'I must be daydreaming right

now. How could he possibly be here?' Sheryl thought to herself.

Letting out a doleful laugh, she shook her head, sorrow clearly visible on her face. How she wished to

have Charles by her side right now! Then, she wouldn't feel so lonely. At least, she would have a

shoulder to lean on.

"Sher!" he called out again, after walking closer.

Upon hearing his voice again, Sheryl stood up abruptly, turning her head. She watched in disbelief as

the man walked closer and closer.

'It really is Charles. But why is he here?' Sheryl wondered.

"Sher!" When Charles finally got close enough to her, he scooped the woman into his arms. For the

third time, he called out her name, softly and affectionately this time.

"Charles!" Sheryl hugged back tightly, tears welling up in her eyes.

She had been holding back her emotions for too long. With Charles by her side, there was no way that

she could hold onto the tears any longer. It had been such an awful day for her. Charles was like a

beacon of hope in the sheer darkness. Finally, she had someone to rely on. All she wanted to do was

hide in his arms and vent all her emotions.

However, as much as she wanted to do so, she couldn't. There were still some reporters keeping a

watchful eye on them right now. Plus, they were at the hospital. She would refrain herself from

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"Why are you back?" Sheryl asked, raising her head to look him in the eye.

Even though Sheryl was trying her best to hide her tears, Charles quickly understood the haze in her

eyes. Grief-stricken, he patted her head and said, "Mom called me and told me what happened here.

You don't have to worry. I'm here with you now."

'Melissa called Charles back?' Sheryl thought to herself, puzzled.

The thought immediately made her tense.

'What is Melissa up to this time?'

Sheryl had never imagined her to be so kind-hearted. The last thing Melissa would do was call Charles

back to help and console her. She must have some sort of ulterior motive, something perilous.

Despite her suspicion, she couldn't say it out loud. After all, Melissa was Charles' mother. If Sheryl said

anything, Melissa would try to ruin her relationship with Charles.

"Thank you, Charles." Again she buried her head into his chest. Out of the corner of her eye, she could

clearly see the reporters with their eyes fixed on them, ready to take photos for their headlines

tomorrow.

"Charles, the reporters are around. I can't talk to you so freely…" Sheryl murmured to him.

His eyes suddenly turned cold. He was so excited to see Sheryl that he forgot to even scan his

surroundings. Now that Sheryl had mentioned it, he noticed the reporters. The small crowd of people

nearby seemed to be chatting, but they would casually glance in their direction. They were watching

them!

An expression of anger flashed across his face.

Letting go of Sheryl's hand, he uttered, "I'll deal with this."

"Charles…" Sheryl warned quietly. She was worried about what Charles was planning to do.

"Don't worry about it Sher." After giving her a reassuring glance, he walked straight up to the crowd.

Upon seeing Charles approaching, the group of reporters stood up straight and smiled. However, they

wouldn't look him in the eye.

"Hey fellas, shall we have a little chat?" Charles invited with a composed look.

The reporters looked at each other, worried for what Charles was going to do. They were expecting

someone else to speak first. They had heard stories about Charles using brutal methods against his

business opponents in order to build his empire.

They didn't think mercy was even a word in his dictionary. How could they not be afraid of such a man?

But they had no choice, as reporting on Charles was an order from the top. While they had originally

thought this task would be simple, they hadn't expected the sudden return of Charles. It had turned

their simple task into an impossible one.

"What? Don't you want to chat with me?" The second time Charles asked the question, his tone

became even colder.

"Since it appears you don't wish to speak with me, then it's best that you leave."

Once again, the reporters exchanged nervous glances. Terror was evident in their eyes.

They were intimidated by such a powerful man.

But should they leave? If they left just like that, their bosses would be unhappy with their results.

However, the man wasn't going to let them have their way. To confront the powerful man or to confront

their bosses?

It was a hard decision.

In such a difficult predicament, the reporters were starting to become agitated.

"Okay, I understand that you have your orders. Which newspaper are you working for?" Charles asked

and then added, "I don't want to make things difficult for you. So just tell me. I'll give your bosses a

call."

All the reporters quickly told Charles the name of the newspaper they worked for.

Without hesitating, Charles took his phone out of his pocket and made several calls.

"Hey, Mr. Zhang, Charles here…"

"Right, Mr. Wang, your man is following me. I didn't know that you took such interest in my personal

life…"

"Mr. Li, ask your people to leave right now. It'll be like nothing happened…"

After ending the call, Charles happily slid his phone back into his pocket. Turning around, he walked

towards Sheryl without taking even a glance back at the reporters.

"Done." Charles beamed at Sheryl.

The lady was pleasantly surprised. 'He fixed it so easily, ' Sheryl thought to herself in awe.

In no time at all, the reporters who had been watching her were gone. To be more precise, they had

fled as if Charles were a monster.

Sheryl was amazed by Charles' power. He had made a few simple phone calls and now the annoying

followers were gone.

"Don't give me that admiring look," he said, smiling. Suddenly, Charles winked and gestured to below

his belt. "I've been missing you a lot."

Sheryl was stunned for a brief moment, but then became bashful. To ease her embarrassment, she

punched his chest with her small fist.

How could this man say something so blatantly sexual in the hospital…

"Let's go." Abruptly, Charles started walking with Sheryl in his arms.

"Go? But…" Sheryl was confused. Leila was still in a coma, how could she just leave?

"I'll have someone stay here with Leila. Don't worry. I bet you're exhausted. Let's go back and rest."

Prompting her gently, Charles kissed her nose.

"Well… Okay then." Sheryl suddenly remembered that her children would be home from school by

now. She had to go back home to check on them, or else she wouldn't stop worrying about them.

The answer was rather satisfying for Charles. With a huge grin, he accompanied Sheryl towards the

main gate of the hospital.