The Apple of My Eye

Chapter 1785 Not In The Mood To Talk

For a moment, Leila's eyes flashed with surprise. Then, as if she had just remembered, she shook her

head and told Melissa, "Aunt Melissa, that's not necessary. I'm here to spend time with you. I'm not

going anywhere without you." She seemed slightly at a loss as to what she should do.

"You silly girl, why are you so stubborn?" Melissa pretended to be angry at Leila.

But Leila was insistent that she was not going anywhere.

Melissa was left with no other choice. She spoke directly to her son, "Charles, Leila just arrived in

Malaysia. Don't you think you should take her sightseeing?"

Charles felt slightly uncomfortable that Melissa had forced him into such an awkward position. He really

didn't want to spend time with Leila, but since his mother was being so persistent, he didn't have any

other choice. He casually glanced in Leila's direction but remained silent.

Leila caught sight of Charles' unfriendly look, and she immediately knew that Charles wasn't keen on

spending time with her. Not wanting to make things worse, she quickly told Melissa, "Aunt Melissa, I

think I'd better get some rest first..."

"Leila, be a good girl. Just go out and have fun with Charles. Don't worry about me," Melissa said to

Leila with a determined look.

Then she turned to Charles with the same determined look. "Charles, dear, I just want the two of you to

have some fun together. Is that too much for this sick old lady to ask?"

Towards the end of her monologue, her gaze turned to a sad one. Seeing the look on Melissa's face,

Charles was forced to agree.

"Okay, Mom. I'll do it,"

Charles agreed, feeling helpless. When his mother was being so persistent, there was nothing else he

could do. Her health wasn't in good condition these days, and he didn't want to make her unhappy.

Suddenly, Leila secretly felt excited at his words. But she pretended to be a bit reluctant to agree. She

knew it was the best strategy to use Melissa's illness, although it would be much better if Charles

willingly wanted to spend time with her. So she tugged on Melissa's hand and told her, "Aunt Melissa,

I'm really worried about your health. Even if I go out, my mind will always be worrying about you, so I

won't really enjoy myself."

Leila's words pleased Melissa that Leila really cared about her, and Melissa liked her even more for

that. Beaming with pleasure, she told Leila, "Don't worry about me. Charles has been taking good care

of me. Now I just want to rest in the hotel. You two go out and have fun. I'll be waiting here for you to

come and tell me interesting things about Malaysia. When I feel well enough to go out with you, then

you can be a good tour guide for me."

Melissa's logic sounded perfectly acceptable. Seeing Leila lower her head and stop protesting, Melissa

quickly took the opportunity to add a few words of persuasion.

Even though Charles was still annoyed with the situation, he saw Leila's sincerity in her concern

towards Melissa, and he couldn't help feeling touched. Automatically, his attitude towards Leila

softened slightly, and he cleared his throat lightly to attract their attention.

"Okay then, Mom. We'll go out now. Get some rest, okay?" His tone was now softer, less hostile, and

his facial expression was gentler too and no longer looked like he wanted to chase Leila out of the

room.

Seeing that Charles' attitude had changed, Leila stopped trying to make excuses. She nodded at

Melissa and followed Charles out of the hotel with a huge smile on her face.

As they left the hotel, they didn't say a word to each other, and Leila just followed Charles, quietly

admiring his back. How was it possible that he looked so charming and attractive even from the back?

Leila was so mesmerized by Charles' backside that she didn't even realize that he had come to a stop.

She couldn't stop in time and ended up bumping into him.

It could have been a playful, romantic moment. But Charles just turned around impatiently and told her,

"Look where you're going."

"Sorry," Leila replied meekly, feeling embarrassed.

They carried on in that way; walking and stopping, then walking some more. Suddenly, Leila's eyes

were drawn to a men's apparel shop in one of the malls. Without hesitation, she walked right into the

shop. In an instant, she had fallen in love with one of the casual suits.

Leila's behavior displeased Charles; however, he didn't say a word and just followed her into the shop.

"Excuse me. Could I have a look at the dark grey suit, size 190?" Leila's eyes were still drawn to that

one suit, and when a saleswoman passed by, she immediately asked for assistance.

By then, Charles had already caught up to her and stood near her. Leila turned to him and asked,

"What do you think?"

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her.

Charles looked at her somewhat reluctantly, in an almost lazy manner. He looked at the suit in her

hands with disinterest. He hadn't planned to say a word, but since she was looking at him expectantly,

he replied, "Yeah, sure."

He thought that she was planning to buy it for a friend, so he just replied without giving it much thought.

"Try it on." Leila handed the suit to Charles. She was pushing her luck slightly since she had received a

positive response from him.

Charles was taken aback by Leila's request. Then he shrugged it off, thinking that maybe he shared the

same build as the friend that Leila was planning to buy it for. Without any objection, he took the suit and

went into the fitting room.

It pleased Leila greatly. She waited excitedly outside the fitting room.

A few moments later, the door opened and Charles walked out. The suit fit him perfectly, making Leila

feel proud of her eye for beauty.

"Sir, this suit fits you so well. It almost seems as if it was tailor-made for you! You could even be one of

our ambassadors!"

Obviously, it wasn't the saleswoman's first time meeting such a good-looking man in the shop. But it

was her first time meeting someone who looked so effortlessly good in the suit, without any alterations,

and she couldn't help saying a few words of praise.

"It really does look good," Leila added in agreement as she looked at him with admiration.

But Charles was not impressed. Since he had done his job as Leila had requested, he simply went

back into the change rooms and took off the suit, handing it back to Leila on his way out.

"Wrap it up," Leila said to the saleswoman as she took the suit from Charles and handed it over to her.

Then she went to the cashier and used her own money to pay for it.

Throughout the entire process, Charles didn't say a single word. He wasn't in the mood to talk to Leila.

But Leila didn't mind his silence. For her, it was good enough that she got to spend time with him by her

side.

There was nothing more that she wanted to ask for. In her mind, Charles was already hers and always

would be. It was only a matter of time before they ended up falling in love, so she didn't bother trying to

rush things.

They walked out of the shop with Leila holding the paper bag tightly. She appeared very excited about

her purchase and seemed almost giddy with happiness. Even though Charles was trying to pay as little

attention to her as possible, he couldn't help noticing how happy she was.

It made him slightly curious. 'Did she buy it for someone she loves? If it was just a friend, she wouldn't

be so excited about it. But she's never talked about anyone before. I really hope there's someone else.'

Despite his curiosity, Charles refused to ask Leila about it. He merely quickened his pace, not caring if

Leila could keep up with him. He didn't even bother looking back to see if she was following him.

Leila noticed his faster pace; and, she tried to quicken her stride too, but she couldn't keep up with him.

Her eyes moved quickly as she thought of something. She quickly jogged to keep up with him, and

right before she was about to catch up, she pretended to trip. Unfortunately, she miscalculated and

ended up actually falling. Unable to catch herself in time, she hit her elbow on the ground, hard.

Even though she had only hit her elbow, she felt so much pain that it seemed as though her elbow was

on fire. She guessed that she had broken the skin.

"Ouch!" Leila cried out. It was just a small injury, and she could have easily gotten up on her own. But

she pretended that she couldn't as she stared at her own broken flesh in horror.