The Apple of My Eye

Chapter 1991 How Should I Address You

After Sheryl walked out, Melissa let out a huge sigh of relief. 'It's the right time, ' she thought. She was

dying to find out who the man was.

It was the usual meeting where employees reported their progress. The meeting wound up at a fast

pace, and Sheryl took her time to clean up everything. As soon as she was settled, she began to work

on the task that was to be assigned for the next month.

Melissa quickly snuck out of Sheryl's office and began to inspect the meeting room. Sheryl was

engrossed in the discussion, and Melissa grabbed the opportunity to do what she'd come for. She

immediately walked into the office and looked at the flower intently–trying to find any clues. A minute

had passed–she hadn't found anything yet.

The gorgeous flowers didn't catch Melissa's attention–it was the person who'd given it to Sheryl that

bothered her. As she wondered who it could've been and right at that moment, she stumbled on a card.

Some words were scribbled on the card, but it didn't bear the name of the sender. As she studied the

writing style, Melissa concluded that it was perhaps from a man.

Melissa felt that it was pointless, staring at the flowers, and she walked out. She was disappointed that

she couldn't find any clues that would lead her to the man. Feeling defeated, she went back to see

Sheryl.

Sheryl had wrapped up the meeting and was working alone.

"Are you done with the meeting?" Melissa was standing at the door, beaming at Sheryl.

Sheryl gave a quick nod and continued with her work as Melissa took a seat.

Melissa had thought that she should ask Sheryl directly about the man, but every time she gathered the

courage to confront Sheryl, she would decide against it–and ultimately, she swallowed her words.

It was lunchtime, and Sheryl was still busy with her work, until Phoebe walked in, and reminded that it

was lunch break already. "It's time to have lunch. Are you hungry? Want to have lunch together?"

Sheryl asked Melissa.

"I'd love to. I hope it's alright." Melissa didn't want to bother Sheryl too much. She felt that her behavior

and actions had a lot to do with Sheryl's relationship with her son. She didn't want to be the reason for

Sheryl's detachment from Charles.

"Absolutely. What would you like to have?" Sheryl and Melissa walked out of the office together.

Melissa was surprised by Sheryl's question. She thought she should suggest Sheryl's favorite food, but

that was when it hit her–she knew nothing about Sheryl. She didn't know what she liked and disliked.

Melissa was instantly drowned in shame. She'd been Sheryl's mother-in-law for years, yet she knew

nothing about her. She hadn't paid enough attention to her son's wife, after all.

"How about Vietnamese food? They're your favorite, aren't they?" Sheryl suggested casually.

That was enough to strike Melissa's guilt. Sheryl had known her very well, but she'd never given much

thought to her.

"I'm so sorry, Sheryl. We've been together as a family for years. Yet, I don't even know what you like to

eat," said Melissa as tears clouded her eyes.

"Oh, please don't say that. It isn't a big deal." Sheryl had no idea how to comfort the old woman. It was

indeed her fault–she had never cared for her. But what could she say?

Should she be mad at her for being cold to her and her kids? Should she ask her all the questions that

had been buzzing in her head all these years?

She didn't deserve what she'd gone through, but she'd remained quiet. That was Sheryl–regardless of

the troubles she'd endured, the problems she'd faced, she didn't have the heart to accuse Melissa.

"Sher, would you have stayed with Charles if I'd never done those things?" Melissa finally let out what

had been weighing on her heart for so long. She had mustered all her courage to face her past, which

was haunting her. She'd been quiet for so long, besides the simple apology she'd asked the other night.

But that wasn't enough–how could it be? She knew that it wasn't over, and she had to talk to Sheryl

about it.

"Whatever happened between me and Charles was because of us. It's got nothing to do with you. Stop

blaming yourself," said Sheryl nonchalantly. "I know a good Vietnamese restaurant nearby. Let's go

there." Sheryl didn't want to talk about any of this.

She knew why Melissa was here. However, she'd put an end to the chapter that was in the past and

had finally bid goodbye to Charles after a lot of struggle. She didn't want to be reminded about the past,

about what she'd gone through. It would only hurt her and make her weak.

Melissa felt it wasn't right to talk about it further and remained silent.

Luckily, the restaurant was only minutes away. So, they weren't killed by the awkwardness.

Sheryl ordered exactly what Melissa would've wanted to have.

While they were sitting in silence, waiting for the food, Melissa felt that there couldn't be a better time to

ask about the flowers.

"Sher, you're doing a wonderful job at work. Do all your clients like you?" Melissa finally asked.

Sheryl shook her head in amusement. "Not really. However, this client is special. I did a favor for him,

so he's trying to pay me back."

"Which company is it?" Melissa pushed it a bit further.

Sheryl raised an eyebrow, annoyed by the rude question. "I...I don't mean to be nosy," Melissa hurried

to explain. "It's just that I've partnered with several companies. I just wanted to know if it's one of them.

I'd be able to help you partner with their firm in the future."

"Thanks, but that won't be necessary. This isn't an important client after all," Sheryl declined politely.

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Her attempt to find out about the man had failed yet again.

"Sher, you must try this. It's my favorite." Melissa tried to fill Sheryl's bowl.

"No, thanks, I can do it myself." Sheryl forced a weak smile as she rejected Melissa's offer.

They ate in silence.

"Where are you going?" Sheryl finally asked after they had finished eating.

"I think I'll come to the Cloud Advertising Company with you. I've nothing to do anyway." Melissa was

afraid that Sheryl wouldn't want her to come.

Sheryl nodded. "Okay!"

They walked together, but both of them could sense the awkwardness. Melissa made a mental note not

to talk about the flowers again. She remembered Sheryl's reluctance when they spoke about it.

"I'll wait outside. I don't want to bother you here," Melissa said.

Sheryl looked at Melissa for a brief moment and nodded her head. She didn't believe her. "Take care of

Mrs. Lu and make her comfortable," Sheryl ordered her secretary.

"It's okay. I'll manage." Melissa swallowed the lump that had formed in her throat when Sheryl called

her 'Mrs. Lu'. She knew that Sheryl had drawn a line between them and that she was miles away from

crossing it.

"Alright." Sheryl walked inside.

The secretary walked out, and Melissa stood there, lonely, looking at Sheryl.

Sheryl was surprised to see that Melissa was still standing there. "Is something wrong?"

"Can you please stop calling me Mrs. Lu?" Melissa pleaded. Her eyes filled with pain.

Sheryl was taken aback by Melissa's words. She smiled and nodded in agreement.

Melissa's face relaxed, finally, and she walked out of the office with a smile.

The door was closed, and Sheryl was alone in her office. She stared at the door, thinking about what

had just happened. She let out a huge sigh and thought to herself, 'How should I address you,

Melissa? Should I call you, Aunt Melissa?'