The Apple of My Eye
Chapter 956 A Battle Between Charles and Clark

Jumping onto the bed and hiding behind Sheryl, Clark said to Charles in a challenging tone, "I'll sleep with Mom tonight."

Clark was very independent for a little child, and he had slept alone for a long time. However, sleeping with his mother suddenly struck his fancy-a spontaneous thought. In truth, he wanted to sleep with his mother because he was worried about Shirley.

Irritated by Clark's words, Charles scolded Clark with anger, "You brat. I can't even sleep with her. How dare you sleep here instead? Get off the bed or else I'll..."

Charles was about to snatch Clark off the bed but Sheryl stopped him.

She wore a warm smile as she looked up at Charles. "Let him stay here."

Sheryl felt guilty about rarely being around for Clark. She owed him too much; whenever he was sick, or when he wanted to talk about school, she wasn't there for him. And so she wanted to give Clark a chance to do what he wanted.

It was the first time that Clark had requested to sleep with her anyway. She couldn't and didn't want to say no to him.

"How would that work?" Charles frowned and then went on, "Anyway, he is a boy, and I can't allow that."

Charles rolled up his sleeves and said to Clark, "Brat, I'm warning you, come down while I can still control myself, otherwise I'll sort you out."

"No!" Clark piped up, still hiding behind Sheryl. He wore a pleased smile and playfully stuck out his tongue at Charles, making Sheryl realize that no matter how old he was and no matter how mature he seemed to be, he was still under the age of four, childish and very innocent.

Sheryl giggled and then pulled Clark into her arms. "Don't worry, Clark," she told him. "As long as I'm here with you, he won't dare bully you." She nodded as to close the deal on her promise to him.

With Sheryl's promise and protection, Clark felt freer to provoke Charles. Annoyed, Charles pointed to Clark and said in pretend anger, "I tell you. If you stay on the bed, I will take a photo of you sleeping with your mom, and then I will send the photo to your class chat group. Imagine all your mates knowing that you still sleep with your mom at your age. They'll all laugh at you!"

"How dare you!" Clark was shocked and a little scared as he thought about his classmates. 'If the other people make fun of me including Shirley, how will I build up my image and reputation?' "Are you scared?" Charles looked at Clark with a triumphant smile. "Come out now if you're scared! Quickly!"

Clark was thinking about different countermeasures. Finally, he flashed Charles a smirk. "If you show a picture of me sleeping with Mom to my class group, then I'll show a picture of you sleeping naked to your job group so all your employees will know how you look like when you're sleeping!"

"You dare threaten me?!" Charles was so angry that his face turned white, as Clark's had a few minutes before. Sheryl was amused, hearing that their threats were simply copies of the other's. She laughed. Coming down from her laughter, Sheryl talked to Charles who was in front of her, "Charles, I recommend you to go to sleep in study merely for keeping up your president image." "You..." Charles couldn't believe that Sheryl was taking Clark's side and turned to leave. When he closed the door behind him, he heard his wife and son giving a joyful cheer. Charles couldn't help but smile.

The happiness that he wanted was probably like this.

The next morning, Sheryl got up early to prepare breakfast, but something was bothering her; all through the night, Clark was holding onto her tightly, maybe showing the lack of a sense of security in him that he never showed before.

Sheryl realized that she owed not only Clark but both her children a lot. She was determined to make up for her not being there for them.

While she prepared breakfast, Clark and Shirley got up. After eating, they both got ready for the day, and Sheryl drove them both to the kindergarten.

On the way, Clark and Shirley were overexcited, talking at about 120 words per minute. Sheryl smiled warmly, listening to her children. When she drove up to the kindergarten, she quickly found a parking spot and then took her children by the hand into the building.

"Clark, take good care of your young sister." Sheryl told him as she fixed their school uniforms at the entrance of the kindergarten.

"Got it, Mom." Clark nodded obediently.

"Sher..." Shirley looked at Sheryl. "Will you pick us up today?"

At her question, Sheryl was stunned for a while because she found Shirley was more dependent recently. She pinched Sheryl's cheek and replied, "If I am available, I will pick you up. Otherwise, Nancy will pick you two up, okay?"

"All right, then," Shirley said, sadness in her tone. When Clark gave her a comforting look, she returned to her joyful self.

After watching the kids walk into the kindergarten, Sheryl stood to her feet, about to leave.

She turned and bumped into a man who was wearing a hat and was smartly dressed, but because his hat was covering his face, she couldn't see who he was.

"Oh I'm sorry!" she exclaimed. "Are you okay?"

"It's okay," came the man's reply. His voice was low and had such an unsettling vibe that it gave Sheryl goosebumps.

"Are you really okay?" Sheryl hesitated and then tried again, "If you do not feel well, I could take you to the hospital to have a body check."

"No, I'm fine." With that, the man started to leave the area of the kindergarten entrance.

Sheryl thought the man was weird, so she kept staring as he walked away. When the man was turning the corner, Sheryl saw his profile.

Unfortunately, she still could not recognize him over the great distance between them. However, the man did give her a great sense of familiarity.

Suddenly, she started to worry as she thought about the reason as to why the man was in front of the kindergarten.

She got back into her car and drove to her workplace. All day, the man was on her mind. She was still pondering the man while she sat at the meeting she had that day. She was so focused on the strange man that she missed Isla calling her name several times.

Later, Sheryl was in her office doing some paperwork when Isla paid her a visit. "Sher, is something wrong? What's wrong with you?" Didn't you get a good rest last night?"

"I'm fine." Sheryl did not plan to tell her what had happened that morning, because she wasn't entirely sure herself and would just be guessing. She didn't want Isla to be worried. After a little pause, she changed the topic. "The project of Cary's company has almost finished. I have two projects for two days. I am going to get more details about it. Will you go with me?"