The Apple of My Eye

Chapter 2129 Take Good Care Of Her

For a while, Melissa was upset. When she looked up, she saw Sheryl's face and quickly realized that

she was overreacting.

"Sher, I know you've been nice to Charles these past few days. Tell me. Do you still love Charles? Do

you still want to be with him?"

Sheryl found it strange that she didn't feel embarrassed that Melissa saw right through her. Instead,

she felt relieved.

"I… As long as Charles wakes up, I'll listen to him," Sheryl said truthfully.

Upon hearing this, Melissa stood up and hugged her in joy. "Good girl, good girl. I know you still care

about him. You're a good daughter-in-law in the Lu Family," she praised.

"Don't cry." Melissa wiped away the tears on Sheryl's face and continued, "Let's stop crying and look at

the bright side. Charles will wake up one day. We need to be happy when that happens. We need to be

able to welcome him then. He can't see that we're having a rough time."

"Yes." Sheryl nodded with a faint smile on her face.

Melissa looked at her and couldn't help but laugh.

At a villa in the suburb

Vicky finally imploded. She didn't expect that the Shining Company would release to the press that

Charles had gotten into a car accident.

They also announced that Charles was due to wake up soon.

No way!

If Charles woke up then everything she did would be for nothing. She would also be doomed. She

would have no place to live, and no one would be willing to help her because they would all hate her.

She was already hated by everyone. If she didn't have plastic surgery, she would be shunned

completely.

No! No! She couldn't live like that!

Trembling, Vicky dialed Rob's number.

Strangely, the phone was ringing, but no one was answering.

This had never happened before!

Vicky slumped back in her chair, her mind making up the worst possible scenarios.

Rob probably knew that Charles was going to wake up, which was why he wasn't answering her calls

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She was just Rob's puppet. When she was useful, he would happily use her to his whim, but when she

didn't have a use to him, he would completely ignore her.

A flash of evil intent shot through Vicky's eyes.

She didn't want to be just some useless puppet. She was going to do something to turn this situation

around even if that meant dying. She needed to get what she had always wanted.

Vicky glanced at the phone on the ground. She knew that Rob could no longer be trusted, but it was

not like she always trusted him in the first place. Rob was merely taking advantage of her, and she was

also just using him back.

When Rob had locked her up in the basement, she had found out a couple of things about him.

Rob was not the big boss, even though he had quite a number of connections. It was said that his

actual boss was in prison.

While Vicky didn't know who this person was exactly, she could only assume that he was someone

powerful. All she knew was that she was definitely not going to get involved with someone like that, and

it was not like he had anything to do with her in the first place.

Her only motivation right now was to get revenge for Bernard.

Charles and Sheryl were still alive, and they too were her enemies. It was Ferry who had caused

Bernard's death, and she didn't know where he was yet, so Rob had ordered her to stick with Charles

for now.

She managed to get on her feet.

'Well, it doesn't matter. I have so many enemies, and I guess I'm just going to have to deal with them

one by one. All I've suffered for will be worth it once I've killed all of them.

Charles, let's wait and see!' Vicky thought to herself.

Sheryl came to the ICU as usual but was surprised to find that the guards on the floor were gone.

When she went upstairs, she couldn't even see anyone.

When she was about to reach the door, she found that the two bodyguards were dozing off.

Already sleepy at about three o'clock in the afternoon?

Sheryl got a little angry. What kind of people were they? What was the purpose of a job then if they

were not doing it right anyway?

Sheryl cleared her throat. She stood in front of them, but neither of them was responding.

The two bodyguards seemed to be in a deep sleep until they heard a sound. Frustrated, they opened

their eyes.

They were startled when they saw Sheryl. They stood up immediately and greeted, "Pre–President

Xia."

They knew Sheryl as she visited Charles at around this time every day. David had also emphasized

that they shouldn't cross Sheryl.

Staring at them, Sheryl suppressed her anger and asked, "Who told you that you could sleep during

this time? You're working. If you really need to rest, you can ask for some leave."

"Yes, yes, you're right. We won't do it again," the two bodyguards apologized immediately.

Sheryl wasn't angry anymore, but she was still a little worried. Charles was completely helpless right

now as he was unconscious, and the two men who were supposed to protect him were being

irresponsible. She could only conclude that she needed to let them go.

Sheryl reminded them, "Be careful next time. Otherwise, I will ask David to fire you."

"Sure, we won't do it again. We promise," both of them said in a hurry.

Sheryl looked at them and nodded. She went to the nurse on duty and checked in before she followed

the nurse into the ward.

"Thank you." Sheryl nodded at the nurse and went inside.

It was still the same as before. She could only hear the beeping sound of the equipment running. She

couldn't help but feel sad.

Charles had been in a coma for days, and he still wasn't showing signs of waking up. What was she

going to do if this continued?

Sheryl fetched a chair and sat beside Charles' bed.

"Charles, do you not want to wake up?" Sheryl asked gently, looking at Charles.

He still lay motionless–no response, no anything.

Sheryl held Charles' hand gently and stroked it with her left hand. It was cold, but she was used to it.

"Charles, I miss the days when we were still together. While we went through a lot, I still believe we

were happy most of the time. You know what? I had a dream last night. In the dream, you proposed to

me again. You told me that you would marry me in the next life. You said that it was going to be better

this time. You kept promising me so many things. Even though it was just in my dream, when you wake

up, I still want you to make and keep the same promises..."

Sheryl replied in a low voice, all the while fondly caressing Charles' arm. She didn't even notice that

Charles' eyelids were trembling.

The doctor had told her that since Charles wasn't moving, his body could go numb. She was advised

by the doctor to massage Charles' body whenever she could.

Every day, Sheryl took the time to massage Charles' body. She had already massaged his hands and

arms and now she was going to massage his legs.

They used to be husband and wife. Although they had divorced, she had never forgotten this man.

Thus she was pretty comfortable giving him a massage.