The Apple of My Eye
Chapter 2054 Charles, Don't Leave Me!

"I don't think it's a good idea for you to go back alone. Let me accompany you!" Damian almost rushed toward Sheryl and took her by the arm to support her. He was too anxious that she might get hurt. Sheryl was feeling a little dizzy but still stayed conscious and sober. And in her silence, she stared into Damian's eyes. Her face wore an expression of confusion. Undoubtedly, she was slowly sinking into her thoughts.

With such a stare, Damian's heart started to beat faster, and his face became bashful. He was mesmerized as if cast in a spell. And from out of nowhere, a strong feeling of anxiety soon engulfed him. "Well, okay. But you have to make a phone call to Isla for me!"

"Okay, I am calling now!" Damian felt so relieved to hear Sheryl agreed with his suggestion. As long as she didn't decline his request, he could be sure of what position he was in, in her heart. He felt so blissful thinking of the possible growth of intimacy between them.

Isla couldn't put her mind at rest after Sheryl hung up her call without any explanation. The concern she felt in her heart was already out of proportion as she wondered about her friend. Thus unable to handle the feeling alone, Isla intended to share this with her husband. But long before she could turn and bring up the subject to her husband, Aron had made a sudden move and already hugged her tightly. "Tonight, you only belong to me... I need you to focus your full attention on what we are going to do! This is our private moment, so don't let anything else disturb it!" Aron whispered in her ear as he hugged Isla's waist then pinned her body under his full frame. He started to caress her while he ran his lips over Isla's pink cheeks.

In an instant, Isla felt a sudden surge of temperature all over her body. Her mind went into a daze, and she was lost in trying to organize her thoughts under Aron's intense touch.

Aron had long wanted to please Isla to compensate her. He felt remorseful about everything that had happened to her lately and that he had not even been around.

Panic crept up his spine, and cold sweat beaded over his forehead when he unexpectedly recalled the incident. Aron couldn't imagine how it would end up without Sheryl being there for Isla, and he was immensely thankful for that.

This time, Aron desired to make their physical intimacy more comfortable for Isla. He wanted her to enjoy its blissfulness. So as gentle as he could be, he moved his fingers over her body. Isla felt nearly aroused, as Aron could feel her breath went more and more rapid.

"No, Aron... Hold on for a moment!" Isla suddenly blurted out, gasping for breath. She struggled for a bit out of Aron's control and quickly sat up.

Rooted to the spot, Aron stared at Isla with a confused look. Her outright rejection frustrated him. Helpless, he decided to give Isla a moment. He calmly waited for an explanation.

"Hold on a minute. I need to talk to Sheryl. She got drunk, and I am not comfortable with that. I am going to call her and make sure she is safe!" Isla explained in one breath, looking apologetic while stretching out her hand to reach for her phone at the bedside table.

With a helpless shake of his head, Aron sighed in his heart, 'What has it taken for them to develop such a deep friendship?'

Based on his perception, the intimacy of a couple must be top of their priorities over anything else. But to Isla, it seemed that her friendship with Sheryl was an even stronger bond.

Isla adjusted and pulled herself from what she was doing with Aron just now before she dialed Sheryl's number.

But to her amazement, she had received an incoming call from an unknown number.

"Hello? Who are you?"

"It's me, Damian! Sheryl asked me to call you. She doesn't want you to worry about her. She is drunk now, but I will take her back home!" Damian spoke.

"You will take her back? Are you with her now?" Isla felt confused. She refused to believe the coincidence that Damian happened to hang out in the same bar. She feared that Damian might have some ulterior intention for her friend, and he had tailed her.

"Well, since I brought Sheryl here, I haven't been away from her. I had merely stayed in the entrance until she had enough fun and walked out of the bar. Rest assured! I will take care of her!"

"Oh, really? Well, take care of Sheryl! And stop your wild thoughts about her, even if you do have! If you dare to do something to hurt Sheryl, I won't spare you!" Isla teased, despite sounding rather serious. "You can count on me! I promise I will do nothing but protect her!" Damian answered without a trace of hesitation.

Hanging up the phone, Isla felt bewildered. From what she had been told, it seemed that Sheryl had asked Damian to accompany her into the bar.

In fact, Isla hadn't taken Damian's action seriously. She thought that all the gifts and flowers he had sent to Sheryl were nothing but tricks that men often played in chasing girls they were interested in. It never occurred to her that Damian might truly love Sheryl.

"Isla, what's wrong?"

Aron wondered out loud after emerging from the bathroom. He had left Isla while she was talking on the phone. But when he came back, he observed Isla was sitting at the edge of the bed, in deep thought. "Nothing! I am fine!" Isla smiled as she looked up at Aron, standing across from her.

"No, you're not. I know you have something on your mind! Why don't you share it with me?" Aron didn't give up. He could read from Isla's face that she was troubled and somewhat concerned.

Realizing that she couldn't conceal her thoughts and emotions from her husband, she resorted to telling him what was going on between Sheryl and Damian. She mused it wouldn't be a bad idea if Aron knew about it.

"Sheryl and Damian? So...that's what you are worried about? If what you are thinking about is true, then why are you putting on a gloomy face like this? If Damian and Sheryl are in a relationship, then you should be happy for her. Didn't you say that Sheryl should forget Charles and move on? Now she is moving on as you've wished!"

Even though Aron held a beacon of hope that Sheryl and Charles would get back together one day, he acted against his will to dispel the concern in Isla's heart. He must try to persuade Isla to stop her unnecessary thoughts.

"Of course not! But..."

"So stay out of her business. It's time for Sheryl to make her decisions on her own!" Knowing how much Isla cared about Sheryl, deep down, Aron still hoped Isla's concern wasn't blind. If so, he was more worried that her help could do the exact opposite.

"Still, I replace it very weird! Why does Damian have my number?" Isla couldn't put her mind at ease. She was totally puzzled by it.

Aron felt a little impatient toward his wife's excessive concern with minor details. Instead of offering an immediate answer to console Isla, he threw her a question, "Damian loves Sheryl and cares about her. And you are Sheryl's best friend. Is it weird that he replaces a way to know your phone number?"

Aron's words indeed made sense to her. Again, he successfully dispelled another excessive doubt in her mind.

"Okay, I should trust that man. Give him a chance!" Isla nodded as she spoke to herself. She felt relieved. Her gloomy face finally broke into a wide grin.

"Well, now you can be settled. How about we continue our business?" Finishing his words, Aron couldn't wait to proceed with their unfinished pleasure.

At the bar entrance

Damian just disconnected the line with Isla. Sheryl was feeling dizzy. Her whole body fell onto him as if she was about to be knocked out.

Damian could feel Sheryl's head on his shoulder. The scent of her hair made him feel mellow. From what he could remember, this was the first time that Sheryl had been so close to him. He couldn't help but let his imagination roam.

Hesitant at first, he immediately held Sheryl's weak and slender body, keeping her from falling.

Sheryl was intoxicated as the alcohol was working effectively in her head. Her mind was numb. She only felt that she was tired and needed to go back to sleep as soon as possible, so she got into Damian's

car.

"Can you take me back home?" Sheryl made her request without even telling Damian her address. She was too drunk to remember it. But for him, how could he not know where the woman he cared most for resided?

"Okay, just close your eyes and get some rest!" Damian gently ushered Sheryl onto the back seat. He made sure that she was comfortable before sliding into the driver's seat. Closing the door, he then started the engine.

He couldn't feel more excited to be Sheryl's personal driver tonight. He acted meticulously, as he consistently checked on Sheryl in the rear-view mirror.

The car moved smoothly on the road, and Sheryl was peacefully drifting into her dream. She seemed at ease in her slumber.

To ensure that Sheryl would have a good rest without being disrupted from her sleep, he purposely drove the car at a slow but stable speed. And even at every crossroad, he maintained a lowered speed. Damian had never been sober like this. He forgot everything outside. The narrow yet quiet space in the car created a world that only belonged to them.

'I really hope Sheryl could be my wife. I feel it is the happiest moment in my life to stay with her in this car. I want to drive her home like this every day. She is such a wonderful woman who deserves my care. I wish I can stay by her side and protect her.'

"Don't leave me!" Unexpectedly, Sheryl murmured something, but her eyes were tightly closed.

Dumbfounded for a moment, Damian immediately realized that Sheryl must only be talking in her sleep. At the thought, he couldn't help but want to laugh.

"Charles, don't leave me! Charles..." Sheryl murmured again. This time, she was calling another man's name! And her face looked sad.