The Apple of My Eye

"Daddy, go and get Mom!" Clark never gave up believing that his parents would get back together. His age didn't stop him from believing.

Charles looked at Clark, seemingly deep in thought. Suddenly, he grinned.

"Okay, I'm on my way now." Charles planted a kiss on each of his kids' foreheads. Then he quickened his pace as he headed to the guest bedroom.

Charles made sure he was quiet, so Sheryl didn't hear him.

He was relieved when he saw that she was sleeping.

He made his way to Sheryl and lay down next to her. He gently pulled her into his arms. She stirred slightly, which made Charles nervous. Fortunately, she didn't wake up.

It had been so long since they had last snuggled with each other.

Charles slept well for the rest of the morning. For some reason, Sheryl did too. They both felt safe and comfortable.

That night, Sheryl had had a dream. In her dream, she and Charles had gotten back together, and they were both happy.

It was going to be a good day. Sheryl slowly opened her eyes.

She lifted one hand to block her the sunlight from her face. She immediately dodged to the side when she realized that there was someone right next to her.

Charles was already awake, and he had been gently gazing at Sheryl since he'd woken up.

Sheryl grew embarrassed under his gaze. She looked away, trying to avoid his eyes. After a while, she suddenly said angrily, "What are you doing here?"

"It's Clark and Shirley. They wanted us to make up, and they asked me to do this," Charles answered simply.

Sheryl couldn't help but look at Charles upon the mention of their kids.

"Sheryl, I know you're probably angry. I wouldn't blame you if you were, but I promise you that this time will be different, and it won't happen again. Would you please give me another chance?" Charles looked at Sheryl tenderly. He looked quite sincere.

Sheryl kept averting her gaze-she knew if she met his eyes, she wouldn't be able to resist him.

"President Lu, kindly go out first as I need to change my clothes," Sheryl said coldly as she glared at Charles.

Charles had never seen Sheryl behave like this. While it made him uncomfortable, he knew he had no choice but to follow. He then got out of bed and left.

Sheryl heaved a sigh of relief when she heard the door close.

She didn't know what to do. She felt like she was being mentally tortured and knew she had to do something about it.

Meanwhile, Charles prepared breakfast, which the kids ate happily, partly because they thought their parents had already made up. After just a few bites of breakfast, they started to whine to Sheryl to take them out.

"Clark, be a good boy. Finish your breakfast, first, then we'll go out, okay?"

"Okay. Dad will drive. We'll all go out!" Shirley beamed at Sheryl.

Sheryl's face shifted when the kids invited Charles too.

Charles immediately nodded his head. "Okay, I'll drive."

Sheryl wasn't able to say anything. She didn't have a choice since the kids were there.

Charles' lips curled into a smile when he realized that his plan had worked. He lowered his head so that no one would see.

However, Sheryl's eyes were sharp. She kicked him under the table and rolled her eyes at him in response.

Charles widened his smile in response. He was quite excited.

Around half an hour later, they decided to visit the most famous park in Australia. As they walked, Charles blabbered on whilst Sheryl kept silent. "Charles, could you go buy some water for us?" Sheryl purposely said. She kept doing this all day as if he wasn't the president of a big company.

Charles didn't complain at all. In fact, he was happy to do things for Sheryl. If anything, he preferred it this way.

Throughout the entire day, Sheryl would go out of her way to give Charles a hard time. However, he kept his head high and didn't falter. He was in a good mood the entire day. Sheryl couldn't help but be moved.

In the evening

When the kids had fallen asleep, Sheryl decided to talk to Charles.

"Sher, why aren't you asleep yet? It's so late." Charles was a bit nervous as he thought Sheryl was going to ask him to leave. He fixed his gaze on her.

Sheryl flushed. After a pause, she took a deep breath and said, "Charles, I want to talk to you."

"Okay. What do you want to talk about?" Charles asked solemnly.

"I know what you're thinking. You want to get back together with me. All I want to say is that I'm not marrying you again. Not for now, at least. I don't want to make the same mistakes again. So I want you to really think about this. We can get back together only if you're sure and if I'm sure you know what I mean." Sheryl needed to make herself clear. This was the only way she was going to agree to this.

He remained silent.

Charles knew and understood why Sheryl would be worried. He could promise Sheryl anything, but that still wouldn't assure her. Maybe they just needed to give it time.

"Okay, whatever you want, I'll give it to you. But can I ask you one thing? Can we go back home?" While Charles enjoyed his stay here, he didn't really see Australia as his home.

"Okay. We can fly back in two days. I think the kids have already enjoyed themselves here."

Sheryl had originally planned to settle here in Australia. However, she was puzzled when Charles suddenly sent his men to watch over her and protect her. She didn't know what to make of it, but it was enough for her to decide that she needed to go back.

"Good. I'll ask my assistant to book the flights." Charles grinned. He was happy that Sheryl had agreed to go back home with him. He knew then that his plan was going to work.

"Okay." Sheryl looked embarrassed as she couldn't hold back her smile upon seeing Charles so happy.

Three days later. They were at the airport.

Isla and Aron had been waiting for half an hour. After a while, Nick and Cassie arrived.

"Isla, has Sheryl arrived already?" Cassie quickly ran to Isla, grabbing her hand. She was out of breath.

Nick had picked Cassie up from work. They were running because they had thought they were going to be late. Now she was sweaty all over.

"Look at you! You must have run all the way here!" Isla reprimanded.

Cassie flushed upon hearing this. She lifted her hand to wipe the sweat off her forehead. "It's okay. I didn't want to be late."

"Don't worry. You're not late. She hasn't arrived yet. We're all early," Isla said impatiently.

She really hated waiting, but Sheryl was the only person she was willing to do it for.

"Isla, why don't you sit down first and rest? Sheryl will be here soon. Let's just relax!" Aron consoled Isla.

"What do you know? I haven't seen her in so long. How can I relax?"

Isla was restless. She couldn't control herself. If she was being honest, she didn't even know why she was nervous in the first place.

Nick pulled Cassie into his arms as they sat quietly, waiting.

Everyone had only well-wishes for Sheryl. They just wanted her to be happy. However, when it came to Charles, they knew they couldn't say anything as it was only her decision.