The Apple of My Eye

Chapter 1805 Falling Into The Sea.

Isla's face turned gloomy as she said, "I'm still worried about Sheryl."

Aron nodded his head. He hugged her even tighter and smiled, trying to release her stress. He said,

"It's not going to help even if you keep worrying. Why not go to sleep now and get some rest? Let's talk

about it tomorrow." Content © NôvelDrama.Org 2024.

"What if Leila bullies Sheryl?" Isla muttered, her brows stiff, and her eyes looked weary. Her mind was

occupied by worries. How could she sleep now?

"Don't worry. Sheryl is not that gullible. She might look like she could be taken for a ride very easily, but

she wouldn't just let anyone step on her. I am sure she will be able to handle it on her own. You must

trust her." Aron knew that Isla's worries were not baseless. However, there was nothing much they

could do at the moment. In fact, worrying about it would only end up creating a hassle for Isla, instead

of bringing any positive outcome.

"You are right, Aron. You go to sleep now. I will wait for a while. If anything happens, Sheryl is going to

call me. Don't worry about me." After Isla persuaded Aron to go to sleep, she walked to the balcony.

She checked her phone screen repeatedly, hoping to receive a call from Sheryl.

On the cruise, Twilight, Leila had more or less recovered from the sprain, thanks to Charles, who had

helped her by covering her ankle with ice.

Even though Leila was feeling much better, she pretended to be in acute pain just to keep Charles

close with her.

"Charles, it hurts badly! What should I do?" Leila eyed Charles with a lot of pain in her eyes as if she

was suffering substantially.

Charles inspected her foot and said coldly, "Your foot is fine now. The swelling is gone. Stay still. Don't

move your foot. There's nothing seriously wrong."

"Then shall we go now?" Leila said as she looked at Charles with a worried face, skeptical that he

would reject her.

"Just stay here for a moment. I still have to talk to the clients. I will come back after that," Charles said

as he got up and took a couple of steps ahead.

"Charles, wait…"

Leila called out hurriedly. When Charles stopped and turned around, she put an embarrassed look on

her face. She gave a smile and said, "Let me come with you then. After you finish, we can leave from

there directly. You don't have to come back again."

"No. You can't walk now. Just stay here and wait for me!" Charles stated in a stern voice. Then he

walked out of the room without giving Leila any time to respond.

Leila reached out her hand desperately, attempting to pull him back, but it was already too late.

Watching Charles taking brisk steps out of the room, Leila became infuriated. She smashed her hand

on the mattress. A moment later, she slowly crept off the bed and walked out of the room.

'I'm not going to allow them to get back together! Never!' Leila reminded herself that she could not

allow Charles to drift away from her so easily.

After Sheryl hung up the call with Isla, she thought of going to the forecastle. However, when she

looked down, she saw a stain on her dress. 'Where did that come from?' she wondered.

Sheryl let out a sigh and decided to return to the toilet once again to clean the stain.

Just as she turned around, the shameless couple that she had encountered in the toilet crossed her

mind. Immediately, she stopped herself as the very thought of them made her uncomfortable, and she

did not want to witness their intimacy all over again. As she was dealing with the dilemma of whether to

go to the toilet or not, the lift door opened in front of her, and a familiar figure stepped out of the lift,

catching her attention. Within the bat of an eye, Charles had appeared in front of her.

She was taken aback by their sudden and unexpected rendezvous. This was the last person she was

expecting to see here.

Suddenly, her eyes fell upon Charles' clothes, which were still not tidied up yet. Immediately, she

remembered the couple she had just come across and considered, 'No wonder I found that man so

familiar! It must have been him!

Then who was that woman? Could it have been Leila?' As Sheryl thought about it she felt heaviness in

her heart.

Suddenly, she felt a sharp stinging pain in her heart as if it had been pierced by a sharp knife. As she

stared at Charles, she could not conceal her emotions. Tears began to surface in her eyes and were

about to trickle down her cheeks.

Charles felt like he was getting his wishes granted. This was the opportunity he had been looking for.

He just needed an excuse to stay away from Leila and look for Sheryl. And here she was! Right in front

of his eyes! It was so lucky for him that he met her just when he came out of the lift.

Charles calmly looked at Sheryl. His composure formed a stark contrast to Sheryl's shocked state.

After a few moments, Sheryl turned around to leave, her posture marking her intent to withdraw. He

pulled her hand immediately and called out, "Sher…"

"Let me go!" Sheryl shook his hands off with resentment on her face. Her eyes were blaming him as if

he had committed some heinous crime.

Before Charles could say anything else, Sheryl turned around quickly and walked away.

Charles stared at her back and frowned. How could he let Sheryl leave him like this? He hurried to

catch up with her and pulled her hand again. Looking into her eyes with softness, he said, "Sher, we

are meeting after such a long time. Yet you're hiding from me. How long are you going to hide like

this?"

"Do I even know you? Let me go!" Sheryl cast him a cold look as if Charles was a total stranger.

This was one thing that Charles couldn't tolerate at all. He could allow Sheryl to throw a tantrum, but

not to be indifferent to him.

"I won't agree to divorce! No way!" Charles stated loudly. Despite Sheryl's cold attitude towards him, he

suddenly wrapped his arms around her to embrace her.

The sounds of Charles and Leila "having fun" in the guest cabin was playing in Sheryl's mind. 'A while

ago he was doing such a disgusting thing with that woman in a cabin. And now he is hugging me! I'm

utterly disgusted!' Sheryl thought to herself. Mustering her strength, she shoved him away.

"Do you hate me so much?" Unprepared for the thrust, Charles was pushed back a few steps. Sheryl

didn't even bother to hide her disgust for him, and even Charles was able to sense that.

Charles had always been a gentle and composed man. However, when he was with Sheryl, he would

become a completely different person. He would easily lose control of himself and turn irrational and

emotional. In so many years of his life, Sheryl was perhaps the only person who had that kind of an

effect on him.

"Don't you feel disgusted with yourself?" Suppressing her discomfort and tears, Sheryl stared at him

with an obstinate look.

"What do you mean? Sheryl, I…"

"Enough! Stay away from me!" Sheryl spat and turned around again.

Once again, Charles managed to catch her and took her in his arms. Sheryl struggled to free herself

from his forceful embrace.

In the shoving and jostling, Charles suddenly fell overboard from the ship and into the sea.

"Charles!" Sheryl's hands clutched at the air, and her fingers barely missed reaching Charles' sleeve as

he fell over the side of the ship.

"Charles!"

Sheryl's first instinct was to jump after him. The other guests noticed her attempts to save him and

quickly pulled her back immediately.

"Are you out of your mind?" The person who came to save her shouted at her.

Sheryl's face was drained of all color. Terrified, she stared at the dark water, trying to look for Charles'

figure but to no avail.

Some of the guests, who had witnessed the accident started to scream out loud in panic; while, some

took prompt action and called for help. Within a few moments, the lifeguards onboard came, and they

jumped into the sea.

Sheryl was horror-stricken. She dropped to the ship's deck and sat there with blankly staring eyes. It so

happened that Anne and her friend had come out to get some fresh air. When they heard the

commotion, they came over to see what had happened.

Anne found Sheryl still sitting on the deck in a traumatized state. She walked briskly to her and said,

"Sheryl, what are you doing here?" Sheryl's eyes were frozen, bereft of any expression.