The Apple of My Eye
Chapter 959 Investigation

Sheryl was very delighted to be surrounded by her family that afternoon. Little did she know that Charles was looking at her smiling face the whole time. Charles swore to himself that he would do anything he could to make her smile this way for the rest of his life while watching her laugh.

'I will protect her and let her lead a happy life no matter what,' he vowed.

After their happy and scrumptious dinner, Sheryl and Charles walked Amy and Arthur to the gate. Then they took their kids upstairs with them as soon as they were back inside their home. Sheryl helped her son and daughter take a bath in the children's room and Charles headed to the study. She tucked her children in and just walked out of their room after making sure that they were asleep.

She tiptoed to the door, turned off the lights and was about to return to their own bedroom when a strong pair of arms suddenly embraced her waist intimately from behind.

The skin contact automatically made Sheryl blush as she said bashfully, "Let me go. I need to take a shower."

"So do I. We can shower together," whispered Charles in her ear with his bewitchingly sensual voice.

Sheryl refused his proposal at first. However, she wasn't able to control herself when Charles started bombarding her with sweet words. As much as she was trying to resist, she ended up nodding in agreemen when he began raining her small kisses on her face and neck. With a cunning smile, Charles lifted his loving wife to his chest, entered their bedroom, and carried her into the bathroom.

The glass door began to blur at the same moment the water from the shower hit the floor. A blurry image of two silhouettes intertwined in throes of passion could be seen through the frosted door. Heavy breathes, passionate moans, and affectionate words filled their room as their bodies merged into one.

It was a phone call from a detective that woke Sheryl up early the next morning. Since Charles was still sleeping soundly beside her, she moved out of the bed carefully. She didn't even bother to wear her bedroom slippers and just walked barefoot to the balcony. She could still feel how warm and sensitive her skin was after Charles' kisses last night. She then answered the phone.

"Hello?" said Sheryl in a low voice. "Did you replace any clue?"

"Yes, Miss Xia," replied the detective. "I got the information you need. When are you going to have time? We can meet anytime and I can give you the files."

"Let's meet each other after an hour. I will be in the same coffee shop where we met before," responded Sheryl before hanging up. She never expected the detective to replace the information so soon. Thus, she thought, 'Seems like Isla found me a very efficient detective after all.'

She then turned around and stepped back to the room. She had to wash up and get herself ready. However, surprise instantly got her when she saw Charles sitting on the bed as soon as she entered. She forced a smile at him. She decided to keep whatever she was about to do from Charles as her mind reeled thoughts. 'I can't always rely on Charles to protect me. I have to be stronger if I want to protect these people that I care for.

I intend to stay with Charles forever. This fight is between Holley and me. There's no one else who should solve this problem but me.'

"You woke up early," she said in a casual voice.

"Oh, yeah." Charles nodded. Truth was, he was awakened by Sheryl's phone too. God knew how curious he was to know who was calling her in such an unholy hour. However, he resisted the temptation of asking her about it.

He watched his wife enter the bathroom before standing up and walking next to her. He then leaned one of his muscled shoulders against the door frame and asked, "Are you going out?"

Sheryl nodded in reply. She patted her wet face with a soft towel and said, "I got something to do." "Sweetie, it's Sunday. How come you still have work to do?" Charles asked with furrowed eyebrows.

"No, I am not going to the company," blurted Sheryl without even thinking twice. It was too late when she realized what she just said. She immediately turned to Charles and explained, "I-I have some private matters to deal with."

Sheryl continued wiping her face with a towel as she stole a glance at Charles. She saw how his jaw hardened. Thus, she said, "Come on, honey! It will not take me long. We'll take the kids out today, won't we?"

"Aren't you gonna tell me about it?" Charles asked again. This time, in a deeper voice.

"It's my own business. I want to handle it myself," Sheryl replied firmly.

With a resigned expression, Charles turned around and sighed, "Okay. Come home early."

"Charles," called out Sheryl just before her husband left. "Aren't you going to ask me what's going on?"

A warm smile cracked Charles' lips when he looked back to his wife. He then reached out to her adoringly and tucked some strands of her wet hair behind her ear. Looking at his lovely wife affectionately, he said, "I will trust and support you no matter what you do. I hope you know that I'm just right here beside you all the time. In case you encounter problems you can't solve, let me know and I will come running to rescue you."

A gentle warmth crept inside Sheryl's heart and made her smile brightly. 'Oh! How good it feels to be trusted!' she thought.

She was feeling light when she finished freshening up. Before leaving, she turned to Charles and said, "I got to go."

A few minutes after, she was already driving Charles' car. She headed straight to the place she and the detective talked about. She was alert when she walked out of the car and gave the place a quick once over. It didn't take long and she saw the detective with a cup of coffee in front of him. He was silently sitting on the farthest corner of the coffee shop. Sheryl walked towards him, took her sunglasses off, and sa on the opposite chair he was occupying.

Since she hadn't had breakfast, she called the waiter nearby. She ordered a sandwich and a hot mug of chocolate. The detective started to report after Sheryl was done with breakfast.

"Miss Xia, according to our investigation, Holley Ye went to South Korea three years ago. I couldn't replace any previous information about her before she came to Korea. It seemed like she appeared out of nowhere," he said. Frowning, he continued, "I trailed Holley these past few days. I found out that she often goes to a cemetery. She stays there for several hours every time. I looked into the tomb and found some useful information."

He took out a picture and showed it to Sheryl. "Miss Xia, you know this person, right?" he asked.

A bitter smile instantly cracked Sheryl's lips when she saw the photo. It was a picture of Wendy. This was honestly the first time that she had recalled her mother since her accident three years ago. "Yes. She was my mother," she replied.

"I see," the detective said as he took the picture back. "The tomb Holley often visits is Wendy Ye's.

According to the investigation results, Wendy has another daughter named Yvonne Gu, your half-sister. She got arrested three years ago. She escaped from the prison later and no one knew where she went. I had a picture of Yvonne Gu. Holley Ye and Yvonne Gu don't look like each other at all. However, I suspect that Holley Ye is Yvonne Gu, who disappeared three years ago."

Looking at the confused Sheryl, he analyzed, "We both know that plastic surgery is a big industry in Korea. It's possible that Yvonne Gu fled there to have plastic surgery done. Besides, even though she changed her looks, her family name remained as Wendy Ye's. That's why I assume that she is your half-sister."

Shocked, Sheryl sat still. She let out a wry smile while looking at the pieces of evidences the detective began placing on the table.

She already had a guess about Holley's identity. However, she still couldn't help but feel overwhelmed as the man before her revealed the truth.

'Is Holley really Yvonne?' she wondered.

"Are you okay, Miss Xia?" asked the detective as he noticed how her face instantly lost its color.

Shaking her head, Sheryl replied in an almost silent voice, "I am fine. Please go ahead."

"Okay," said the detective. He then shot her a worried look before opening his mouth again. "I have been following her almost all the time recently. I found that she and George Han get on very well. George Han is head-over-feet in love with her. He will give her everything and anything she asks for. He even went to the extent of fighting with his mother for her."