His Real Wedded Bride

Chapter 1387 I Don't Know!

When he heard Nancy's words, Charles glanced from Sheryl's face to her fingers. As Nancy said, her

fingers move slightly.

Wearing an astonishment expression, Charles blinked his eyes a few times to clear his sight. Suddenly,

he lowered his head, closed his eyes, and pinched between his eyes. After a while, he opened his eyes

again and let out a deep breath as a sign of relief. A coma patient who could move her fingers was a

good sign of recovery.

Luck was on their side. Soon after, Sheryl opened her eyes slowly in the hot gaze of Charles and

Nancy.

Ecstasy clouded him, making Charles held Sheryl's hand. Looking at her with his eyes filled with deep

love, he was preoccupied now.

"Sher! Finally, you're awake. It's a miracle," Charles said. His feelings and emotions were too

complicated, and he didn't know how to express them.

Bursting out into cries while speaking was a rare thing to see from Charles. When Sheryl was in a

coma, he felt guilty and blamed it on himself every second. His anxiety was at a peak as he thought

that Sheryl would not come back into life again.

If so, he would lose Sheryl forever. What could have happened to him then?

As long as this thought hit his mind, Charles felt a piercing ache in his heart. The pain could almost

drive him into suffocation.

Gladly, Sheryl was alive, so his fear would not occur this time. Life came back, not only to Sheryl but

also to Charles, who almost died in worries.

At this time, Sheryl seemed to be confused about what had happened, and why she was in hospital

now. She looked around in a daze.

A minute later, she focused on Charles.

"Have I been in sleep for a long time?"

Sheryl widened her eyes and asked Charles.

"Yes, you were in a coma for such a long time that I was afraid that you wouldn't wake up again,"

Charles answered fretted. Out of great relief, Charles pulled Sheryl's hand and kissed it.

Feeling concerned, Nancy interrupted them, "You have been in a coma for a long time. Are you hungry

now? I bring you some chicken soup and porridge. Come to eat some first."

Embarrassment filled Charles; he scratched his head and said regretfully, "Right, how can I forget it.

Sher, let me feed you with it."

Although Sheryl hesitated for a second, she nodded her head gently.

Her response made Charles jump with joy. Excitedly, he opened the cover carefully, scooped a

spoonful of hot porridge, blew on it a little to cool it and tenderly put it in Sheryl's mouth.

As Sheryl finished the porridge, Charles suddenly recalled her sleep talking that night.

However, he was afraid to bring out the topic. The nightmare could remind Sheryl of the attempted

murder, so he could only look at her first. Pondering for a while, he finally asked, "Sher, do you know

who wanted to kill you?"

As soon as she grasped Charles' question, Sheryl shook her head anxiously while saying, "I don't

know. I have no idea."

Feeling sorry for asking, Charles could see how terrified Sheryl was. Thinking how his wife had

suffered, he clenched his fist.

Tears streamed down on Sheryl's face as she said, "I only care about Shirley now. I am not concerned

with other things. My life doesn't matter. I only want Shirley to come back safely with us. Then we can

live happily again."

Undeniably, Charles was also worried about Shirley. But in his heart, Sheryl was important too.

The sense of guilt almost drowned him to death. It was his fault that he couldn't protect the family well.

This time, he would find Shirley soon.

He hugged Sheryl tightly to comfort her silently.

"Charles, you should be careful too. I'm worried that the murderer will come back to kill you. He already

made actions to our family and I almost got killed. It won't be a blow when he harms you or the people

around me either. Our little boy, Clark. You need to protect him too,"

Sheryl said in paranoia to her husband. To ease her distress, Charles nodded hard and emphasized

that he had arranged many people to protect Clark. It was not good for her to be stressed any longer.

Standing beside them, Nancy felt sympathy and resentful upon hearing Sheryl's anxious voice. 'She

had suffered enough already, ' she thought and felt Sheryl's pressure and pains.

To alleviate the ambiance and make Sheryl get rid of these thoughts, Nancy shifted the topic. Recovery Exclusive © content by N(ô)ve/l/Drama.Org.

should be Sheryl's focus, so thinking a lot could worsen her condition.

"Sher, you can have a taste of the chicken soup later. I cooked it with an old hen. You're frail now, so

it's good for you to recover."

"Thank you! You must have cooked it well," she said pleasantly. Sheryl wiped her tears off her face as

she didn't want Nancy to worry about her.

All of the people in the ward didn't talk about Sheryl's coma, but it didn't mean that the gossip would not

spread secretly. Even Nancy could know Leila must get involved in, not to mention Charles.

Charles would let Leila get into trouble and wait for the chance to give her the last shot.

At least, after finding out the truth and evidence this time, he could get her out of the Dream Garden.

Then he would consider the other revenge into consideration.

It was more urgent that Leila mustn't stay in the Dream Garden any longer or she could hurt his family

again. What Leila had done was enough for the Lu family to loathe her.

On the other hand, Charles had been the hottest topic at the hospital because of the way he cared

about Sheryl day and night. People saw a lot of bad men who were indifferent to their wives at the

hospital, so it was rare for them to see such a perfect husband who loved his wife much. Other

husbands could have cheated already, but Charles was on another level. Besides, Charles was rich

and handsome. The center of jealousy was the Lu couple.

Therefore, lots of nurses would take rounds as an excuse to see Charles. Every time they saw Charles,

they carried an expression of admiration.

Who could have not felt the same as the nurses? They just saw the scenes where Charles fed Sheryl

with food, accompanied her to walk, read poems for her and would cover her eyes and say "It's okay"

every time she got injected and then blew her bruise gently.

It was the scene in the soap opera that no one would not dare to miss. It was sweeter than the soap

opera.

Those nurses were stunned in Charles' charm and deep love, so the topic they chatted was all about

Charles and his wife.

"Mr. Lu is perfect! He is rich, handsome, and he loves his wife deeply. How can I find a boyfriend like

him? Alas!"

They sighed in jealousy and lamented about how all perfect husbands had wives already. Life was

cruel and unfair to them.

"Yes. If I have such a husband, I'll laugh even in sleep."

"You continue your foolish daydream."

Everyone was fooled by love based on physical aspects. It was superficially perfect at first. But if it

involved other perspectives of life, it began to worsen and be destroyed later.

Where could perfect love have hidden? Match made-in-heaven lovers were rare to witness nowadays.

This kind of scene was only in soap operas on television. It suggested that people were always looking

forward to perfect love.