The Apple of My Eye

Chapter 1794 Appreciation

"All right. I'm going to bed now, and you should go to bed too. I don't think Charles is going to be

sleeping anytime soon because he just texted me that he's still busy. So you don't have to worry about

that,"

Melissa added when she saw Leila peering in Charles' direction.

"All right. Got it. Good night, aunt Melissa."

Leila smiled bashfully before she went back to her room.

Since Charles got home pretty late that night, he didn't check on Melissa again.

The following morning, he made sure to check on Melissa early.

He was surprised to find that the person who opened the door when he knocked wasn't Melissa—it

was Leila.

Leila's face broke into a smile when she saw Charles. "We're having breakfast, Charles. What do you

want to eat?"

"Anything." Charles face was stone cold.

Leila was already used to that, but she took it as a good sign that Charles was even willing to talk to

her.

"Mom, how do you feel now? I'm sorry that I was busy yesterday." Charles walked over to Melissa and

apologized to her.

Melissa shook her head and smiled as she could tell that Charles felt guilty. "Charles, why are you

saying sorry? Why would I blame you for that? I'm fine. I spent the day with Leila. You don't have to

worry about me."

Upon hearing that, Charles nodded his head. He then turned to Leila to flash her a grateful smile.

Leila silently smiled back. She figured Charles must have some things to talk about with Melissa, so

she needed to give them some space.

"Charles, do you still have anything to do?" Melissa asked with a worried look.

Charles quickly answered, "Mom, don't worry. Everything's fine." He smiled at her to console her.

"Great!" Melissa exclaimed.

A waiter knocked at the door and told them that their food was ready. He asked if they would prefer to

go down to the dining hall for breakfast.

Charles and Leila helped Melissa out of the room. The waiter couldn't help but notice the seemingly

perfect family.

'They look like such a lovely family, ' he thought to himself. This is from NôvelDrama.Org.

Soon, they reached the dining hall.

While they were eating, Leila paid special attention to Melissa. She helped fill Melissa's bowl, and she

even knew what her favorite dishes were!

It was as if Leila was Melissa's daughter, and Charles was her son-in-law.

"Charles, this is for you." While they were having their breakfast, Melissa suddenly put down her bowl

and chopsticks. Then she took out something from her purse and gave it to Charles.

Charles glanced and saw that it was two invitation cards.

He had a puzzled look on his face.

Just as he was about to ask, Melissa spoke, "It's from my friend. I was planning to go with you, but I

don't think I can anymore, given my health. I think you should go with Leila."

Leila was eating quietly. When she heard this, she couldn't help but get excited. 'Is this the surprise that

Aunt Melissa has prepared for me?' she thought.

"Mom, do you really think that's appropriate?" Charles grumbled.

"Why wouldn't it be? If none of us go, do you think that's appropriate? Isn't that more embarrassing?

My friend formally invited me. I don't want to be rude," Melissa explained as she pulled at Charles'

sleeve.

"Then ask Leila to go. Leave me out of it."

Charles' face was sullen.

Suddenly, Melissa thought of something, since Charles was being so stubborn. "I have two invitations

here. Just go with her. You weren't around yesterday, you know. Good thing I had Leila with me, and

she took care of me. If she wasn't here, I don't think I would've been able to come down here for

breakfast. Just go with her to show her you appreciate that."

Melissa knew Charles well—he hated being forced to do something, but he also hated owing other

people.

Charles gazed into Melissa's eyes. After he thought it through, he decided that Melissa was right. If he

didn't go with Leila, it would seem like he wasn't grateful toward Leila for her kind help.

"Aunt Melissa, it's okay. I can stay in the hotel with you. Charles can go alone," Leila said, pretending to

be embarrassed.

"No! You were with me the entire day yesterday. You should go out and have some fun," Melissa said

guiltily.

Charles was starting to get impatient with this back and forth. He coughed, then said, "Mom, I'll take

Leila. You can go back to eating." After cutting them off, Charles continued to eat while keeping his

head low—a sign that he didn't want to continue the conversation any further.

The two women exchanged glances with each other, along with a knowing smile. They let it go

because they had already gotten what they had wanted.

After breakfast, Melissa said that she was feeling tired, so she went back to her room. Before she left,

she reminded Charles to buy an evening gown for Leila.

After all, they were just here for a leisurely trip, so Leila wouldn't have packed something to wear to a

formal event.

When Melissa had left, Charles said coldly, "You can pick your own dress. I'll just pay for it."

"Aren't you coming with me?" Leila asked, her eyes expectant.

Charles wasn't affected in the least by Leila's begging. Casting her a cold glance, he said flatly, "I'm

going back to my room. No, I won't be coming with you."

He didn't say anything more. Without waiting for Leila to respond, he stalked off. Leila couldn't help but

feel abandoned. It was as if he didn't care about how she felt.

Soon, Charles had already disappeared. Leila's eyes were filled with resentment as she thought of

Sheryl.

Meanwhile, at the airport, just as Sheryl was about to pass through customs, someone suddenly called

to her.

She turned around and was immediately stunned.

'What's Isla doing here?' she wondered.

"Sher!" Isla waved her hand, running toward Sheryl as soon as she turned. Gasping for air, Isla said,

"Why didn't you tell me that you were leaving?"

"I thought you knew I was going to Malaysia. What else is there to tell?" Sheryl couldn't help but be

amused at Isla's reaction.

Isla paused. It was written all over her face that she realized that Sheryl was right. Soon, she turned

bashful, and she lifted her hand and scratched her head. She asked, "I thought I told you I wanted to

say goodbye at the airport?"

Sheryl shrugged. She knew what was up.