The Substitute Bride

"Okay, I see. I'll get ready." Since Melissa had solved the problem with Belinda, she felt a lot lighter than before.

After quickly washing up, Melissa joined Charles for dinner.

"Charles, have you made things clear to Vicky?"

Melissa asked as casually as she could. Sheryl was no longer a problem for her, so she only had to worry about Vicky. If Charles would clear things up with her, there would be a greater chance that he and Sheryl could get back together.

The more she thought, the more nervous she became, so Melissa looked at Charles expectantly.

Charles' hand, which was about to take some food, froze in the air. He didn't raise his head, but he frowned. He schooled his face after a moment. Then he looked up and responded, "Mother, I'll handle my problems. You don't need to worry."

"Do you think I'm being annoying?"

Melissa kept staring at Charles, her face showing displeasure at his attitude. She thought her son was reacting too slowly and was being unreasonable. 'Does he want to give up on Sheryl?'

"No, Mother. I just said that I'll handle it. Can you stop worrying?" Charles mirrored her expression and looked at Melissa just as testily.

Controlling himself was hard. If Melissa wasn't his own mother, he would have lost his temper a long time ago.

Melissa found Charles' expression a little surprising, and she rolled her eyes before forcing a smile. "Charles, I didn't mean it like that. Don't be mad."

She didn't want to push Charles too far right now because he would get even angrier.

"I'm sorry, Mother. I'm not mad. I just don't want you to worry. Everything will be fine." Charles had no idea what else to say to Melissa, so he had to soothe her for the moment.

What he had just said was enough, and it worked for Melissa, who felt comforted when she heard that.

"Fine, fine. Since you say so, I won't ask anymore." Melissa smiled knowingly and gestured for Charles to start eating.

The two stopped talking, and it was awkward at the table, but

r palms on the office table to complete her act.

Seeing Isla pound on the table with both hands like a child, Sheryl couldn't help but shake her head and laugh. "Don't! You'll scare me. If you can, do it in front of Aron."

"You're awesome. Sheryl, you've learned how to ruin our relationship, huh?" Isla pouted even more and scowled at Sheryl.

"Oh, so now you're scared? You said you'd beat Aron to death, but he's the only one in your heart. You just said that. You complain about him in front of me, but you only want to show off your deep love for each other, right?" Sheryl exposed Isla's intention immediately.

"Ah, don't make fun of me! I just think he's so needy recently. Even when he stays abroad, he still calls me several times every day. I don't know if he's worried about me or if he's afraid that I'll be worried about him." Isla couldn't help but complain more.

"Be content. In fact, not many people can stay with the ones they love. You're very lucky." Sheryl let out a sigh filled with emotion.

Isla nodded, and she knew what Sheryl meant, but she didn't know how to comfort Sheryl.

"Hey, why do you look like that? Do you think I don't understand you? I'm fine, and I'm not talking about myself. I just said what I feel." Sheryl saw Isla's face suddenly turn cold and easily guessed what was on her mind.