The Apple of My Eye
Chapter 1419 Nothing Else Matters

Shirley nodded her head, convinced. As what her brother said, they should just stick to what they know.

Sheryl had been watching her son and daughter from the beginning. She shook her head and couldn't help but crack a smile at the seriousness on their faces. People always said that twins had mutual affinity, but she didn't see anything like that on her twins. Clark was more determined and capable of handling everything around him while Shirley was more dependent. But with Clark around, she would never have to worry about her little girl.

"Look at them! Do you want to take a little nap?" Charles suggested. He sounded concerned. He put his arm around her shoulders and rubbed her gently.

Sheryl shook her head and replied, "No, I'm fine. I want to spend more time with them. That's all I want."

"Life is so generous to us, isn't it? We got nothing to complain about as long as they grow up happy and healthy!" Charles sighed.

Sheryl's eyes were welling up. She leaned back and rested her head on his chest.

All four enjoyed their bonding that they didn't notice the time pass by. Charles then realized that he had to take the twins back to sleep, and Sheryl also needed to rest.

He turned to look at Sheryl, who immediately understood him. With a knowing smile, Sheryl said, "The doctor said I could go home tomorrow. You must be tired after what you've been through the past few days. I have a surprise for you when I get home!"

"A surprise?" Charles asked, lifting his eyebrows with a naughty smile. "Hmm. I can't wait. Let me guess, an intense night together?"

Sheryl widened her eyes in embarrassment. Despite being married for years with two kids, Sheryl would still blush every time Charles teased her about their sex life like that.

'Come on! The kids are still here! Can you not talk like that?' Sheryl complained in her mind.

She shook her head. "Nope, wrong. I think you're misunderstanding me, hmm."

"Misunderstanding? I don't think so," Charles lowered his head and whispered into her ear. He was all fired up now and he wanted to play and flirt with Sheryl first. He wrapped his arm around her waist, pulled her closer to him and continued, "How can you say I misunderstood you? Aren't we thinking of the same thing?"

Sheryl felt his hot breath on her face and on her neck. Her face was burning. She tried to struggle herself free but she couldn't. She kind of regretted arousing him in the first place. She managed to turn her head away from him. Something came to her-she could dominate him for once.

"Come here. I'll tell you everything," she whispered into his ear.

For a while, Charlie got lost in her smile. He did what she told him to do. He closed his eyes, waiting for his kiss. But to his surprise, Sheryl lowered her head, lifted her hand, and touched his cheek. After which she freed herself and ran off.

Charlie stood motionless, still shocked holding the cheek that Sheryl had touched.

'That's it?' he asked himself silently. He thought Sheryl would kiss him, at least on the cheek if she didn't want to do anything in front of the kids. But she only touched his cheek and that was more than enough to her.

Sheryl burst into laughter as she watched the dumbstruck Charles stand where she had left him. She was clapping her hands like a seal.

Both Shirley and Clark looked up at her wondering what all the ruckus was about until they saw their father.

They both burst into laughter.

Charles was still dazed. He looked at Sheryl with a confused look on his face which made them laugh even louder.

"Daddy, since when did you turn into a kitten? Look at your whiskers! Oh my God, you look so funny!" Clark managed to say in between fits of laughter. He was pointing at his father's face with one hand and the other clamped over his stomach.

Next to him, Shirley was also laughing. She nodded repeatedly and said, "Daddy's a little kitten, a little kitten! Meow, meow, meow!"

From here on, Charles had realized that he was being made fun of by his son.

Putting his hands on his hips, Charles bellowed. His eyes shifting between his wife and his kids. He sighed of satisfaction. He couldn't remember the last time they had fun like this. He felt so fulfilled with his life at that moment.

They were a happy family now but they went through so much to get to where they were now.

"Fine! I'm an easygoing man! Your mom started it. So no reason why I should hold back, right? Come on, kids! Show her what we can do!" Charles said, amused. He took the half red pitaya by his hand and waved it to Shirley and Clark.

Clark stopped laughing and hesitated. He looked at the reddish juicy thing on his father's hand and then at his mother. It would be so much fun to smash it on their mother's face but she could get really pissed off if they did.

Meanwhile, his twin sister didn't seem to feel the same way. She ran toward their father, rubbed her hands on the fruit, and turned to their mother without missing a beat.

"I'm coming, Mommy! I promise I'll make you look nice!" Shirley shouted.

Sheryl was running by now-there was no way she was going to let Shirley put that thing all over her face.

Sheryl ran and Shirley chased her. They'd circled the ward several times and still Shirley couldn't catch Sheryl.

Soon, Shirley had run out of breath. She shouted for her brother for help. Clark was too impatient to participate in a chasing game like this. Still he wished he joined the chasing when it was just starting. Now that Clark was joining, Sheryl had no choice but to look to Charles for help.

"Please help me! Help!" she begged and hid behind him, using him as a shield to avoid their kids' attack.

Crossing his hands over his chest, Charles put a face that meant "it's none of my business" and replied, "Sorry, but I think I was the victim first!"

Shirley was quick to apologize, "It's all my fault. I shouldn't have played with you! Please, honey, I need you!"

"Daddy, stay out of this! I thought you were on our side!" Shirley shouted. She couldn't stop herself when she ran into her father. She clasped on his legs for support.

Charles was left speechless. He looked down with his mouth agape.

His cream-colored pants were now stained with Shirley's red hands. It hurt to even just look at it.

Sheryl burst into laughter.

She seldom saw Charles fall into a trap and today, she had witnessed it twice. It was well worth it all. She relished watching him struggle for words.

When Shirley saw the stain on her father's pants and her hands, she knew that she was screwed. She heaved a sigh and lowered her head, scared of what her father was going to say.

At that moment, Clark had just hurried to a stop next to his sister ready to receive whatever punishment.

"Let's call it a day. Mommy needs to rest and we should all go home now," Charles said simply, rubbing their heads fondly.

"Daddy, aren't you angry with me? I ruined your pants!" Shirley asked.

Charles shook his head. "Well, I think my pants look better now. See, they're so fancy! I think they suit me perfectly!"

Shirley stared back at him, stunned. After a while, she burst into laughter.

"Ha-ha! Made and designed by Shirley Lu! The only pair in the world! Thank you for supporting me, Daddy!" she exclaimed. "Clark, what do you think of my work?"

Clark just shook his head. He examined the palm prints and then looked at his father and his mother who were both smiling.

He wondered what was up with his father tonight that he was acting this way. His father was a neat freak! He would've gone crazy over something like this. And here he was acting all happy as if he was fine with everything. Clark heaved a sigh. He could think of no other reason for his father's strange behavior other than his loving mother.