The Apple of My Eye
Chapter 1699 Master

The atmosphere was dense as they ate their meal. Charles finished quickly. Just as he was getting up, Melissa stopped him.

"Leila will come with you. She can take care of you when you get drunk." Melissa was looking for any way to get Leila and Charles together, so she didn't hesitate to grab this opportunity.

Upon hearing this, Charles frowned. Leila chimed in, "Aunt Melissa, I don't really know Charles' friends. It'll be awkward if I come with him. I'll just stay here at home."

Melissa couldn't help but feel confused. She thought they were on the same page. Was Leila suddenly changing her mind?

"Charles, call me when you're done. I'll pick you up," Leila said softly.

"Hmm." After which, Charles left with an unreadable expression on his face.

After he left the Dream Garden, Melissa asked Leila, "Leila, I was just trying to get you and Charles together. Why'd you do that?"

"Aunt Melissa, I just knew Charles wouldn't agree, and even if he did take me, who's to say how he's going to treat me when we get there?" Leila looked at Melissa in dismay as if she just knew what was going to happen.

Melissa heaved a small sigh of relief upon hearing this. "Well, it's better than nothing."

However, Melissa still felt it was an unreasonable course of action.

Leila grabbed Melissa's hand and looked her in the eye. "Aunt Melissa, I just think it's better if I wait until he gets home. If he's drunk then I'll get a chance, right?"

Melissa's face brightened at this. She was proud that Leila had thought of this. "That's so clever. Why didn't I think of that? At least I didn't to stop your plan."

Melissa then saw in her mind what Leila's plan was a drunk man and a seductive woman in one room. Anything could happen.

It was what they both wanted, but they hadn't expected that they'd get an opportunity right away.

"Let's just hope it works."

After that, they returned to their own rooms. They knew Charles wouldn't come back until much later that night.

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Sheryl went straight home after she finished work.

She saw Nick and Cassie were in her house when she got home.

"Sher, we forgot to tell you that we were coming, but you won't kick us out, will you?" Cassie walked towards Sheryl, caught her hand and shook it with a big smile.

Sheryl smiled back warmly and said, "I'm happy that you're here with my children. Why would I kick you out?" She put down her coat and then approached Shirley.

"Mummy, Uncle Nick and Aunt Cassie taught us so many things today. Brother already knows all of them, but not me yet." Shirley raised her delicate face and showed Sheryl the little toy in her hand. Sheryl sat down and took it. "Are they pieced together?"

"Yes!"

"But brother made it, and I haven't finished yet." Then Shirley looked at the unfinished toy lying on the floor in dismay.

Sheryl smiled and stroked her hair. "That's okay, Shirley. Since your brother now knows how to do it, he can teach you later."

"That's great!"

Sheryl looked around but couldn't see Clark. Before she could ask, Clark suddenly came out of the bedroom.

Nick walked towards Clark first. "Have you finished it?"

"Yes!" Clark smiled at Nick.

Sheryl wanted to ask what they were doing, but before she could open her mouth, Clark had already scurried over to her. He handed her what he'd been hiding behind his back. "Mummy, it's for you!" "Wow, what's this?" Sheryl looked at Clark expectantly.

Clark just motioned her to open the little box, so she did so.

She was surprised to see that it was the music box she had wanted for a long time. It was a limited edition. But she was very busy when it went on sale in the Jewelry shop, so she wasn't able to get it. She was upset about it for a few days. Sheryl didn't expect that Clark would be so sweet as to do this.

"Uncle Nick said that you wanted this. So Shirley and I studied how to make one with him and Aunt Cassie. We've been working on it for the past few days. It isn't as nice as the other music boxes, but it plays your favorite song!" Clark explained.

Sheryl was moved to tears.

"Sher, stop crying! We spent many days working on this. We just wanted you to be happy, especially the kids." Nick pretended to scold Sheryl.

Sheryl nodded as a smile broke onto her face.

Things weren't going as smoothly in the Dream Garden as it was in Sheryl's house.

After Charles left, Melissa went to bed early. But Leila just waited for him in her room, unable to fall asleep. It was getting later and later, and Charles still hadn't come back. She worried that he might not come home at all. If it didn't happen now, when else would she get an opportunity like this?

Leila knew Charles was very disciplined. He wouldn't just get drunk for no reason at all. He rarely got upset like this, and that was the only reason why he was out drinking. She knew that Charles would get drunk tonight, and she didn't want to miss this chance.

Leila was burning with anxiety. Just then, she heard the door open.

She quickly got up and headed to the door. Gently opening the door, she saw Charles standing downstairs.

Her eyes were gleaming. She lowered the collar of her silk, low-cut pajamas before she quickly headed downstairs.

"Mr. Charles, you're drunk." Nancy had heard the noise, thus bringing her out of her room. She was worried, upon seeing Charles in such a state.

"I'm okay, Nancy." Charles looked very inebriated. As he answered Nancy, as he looked at a blank space at the wall.

"Nancy, you can go back to sleep. I'll take care of Charles." Leila didn't want Nancy to suddenly foil her plan, so she sent Nancy to bed right away. Nancy, however, didn't want to leave. She ignored Leila and poured a glass of water for Charles in the kitchen.

"Nancy, I can help you." Leila looked at Nancy and swiftly grabbed the glass of water in her hand.

Nancy tried to get the glass back. "Miss Leila, I'm the servant of the Lu family. It's my duty to take care of Mr. Charles!"

"Nancy, are you aware that you're only a servant? So, as your master, I'm ordering you to leave right now. Now go!" Leila looked at her arrogantly.