His Real Wedded Bride

Chapter 1115 Give Me Some Credit

Sheryl automatically nodded her head in approval, sinking into deep thought. If those fake nude

pictures of her were exposed the next morning, her reputation would be ruined. Even if she explained

to the mass that those photos were processed, they still wouldn't buy it.

So the crucial thing to do at the moment was to stop the media from publishing them.

Meanwhile, Charles was busy contacting the media. When Sheryl snapped out of her daze, she rested

her eyes on him and saw a crease between his eyebrows. Even though she couldn't hear what was

being said on the other end, she could tell by his expression that it was not good news.

When he slammed the phone down, she asked, "What did they say, Charles?"

"Rachel is such a bitch. She already called the media. She has threatened to expose their dirty secrets

to the public if they don't publish your news as the front-page headlines tomorrow," Charles thundered.

Going ballistic, he swiped his hand over the documents on his desk and let everything fall to the floor.

"Oh God... She is so vicious! What secrets does the media have to keep and how does she know it?"

Sheryl fumed, narrowing her eyes. She didn't think that Rachel was capable of hatching such a

flawless plot.

"The media is a complex industry. There are some hidden rules and nasty business that comes with it.

But none of them would expose each other in order to work peacefully. Rachel Bai was in that circle, so

she knows how it works,"

Charles explained, trying to calm down.

"What are we going to do now?" Sheryl asked with a troubled look.

"Rachel knows their dirty business, so they have no choice but to obey her. Things just got way more

complicated!" Charles said, frustrated by his helplessness.

Silence filled the office. After thinking for a while, he came up with something. Rubbing his chin, he

said, "Perhaps this might work. I will give it a shot."

"What's the plan? Tell me!" Sheryl urged him, looking perplexed.

"You know what? I will take you home first. Wait for me there. Don't go out for a few days. Leave this to

me; I will take care of it. You don't have to worry about anything," Charles reassured her with a warm

smile. He had already come up with an idea. But he couldn't bring Sheryl along with him since he

needed to visit someone in person to get his plan to work.

"Okay," Sheryl agreed. She had racked her brain for a long time, but couldn't think of a solution. Now

that Charles had something up his sleeve, she decided to let him take care of it. No matter what she

said or did now, the reporters would make up stories to draw the attention of the public. It would only

make things worse if she made an appearance in front of them.

When Sheryl and Charles arrived at Dream Garden, Melissa was away. Sheryl heaved a long breath of

relief. She was already pretty worn out. The last thing she needed was a bout with Melissa.

"Sher, I have to leave now. You stay here and spend time with Clark and Shirley," said Charles.

"Okay. I'll see you later," Sheryl replied as she watched him hurry out of the house.

"Mommy, why are you back already? Didn't you say that you were going to a party? Is it over so soon?"

Clark asked curiously, appearing out of nowhere.

"Well, I was missing you too much. So, I left the party before it ended," Sheryl replied tenderly as she

squatted down and touched his head dotingly. She always tried not to show any negative emotions to

her kids.

"Nancy, could you please pour a glass of water for Mom? She isn't looking too well," Clark said to

Nancy in a polite tone.

"Yes, I will. You are such a caring child, Clark. Your mother is so lucky to have you looking out for her,"

Nancy praised the child with a warm smile. Sheryl sensed that Nancy had changed a lot. The maid

treated Sheryl, Clark and Shirley with utmost care.

She was better with the kids than Melissa was.

"Didn't you attend the party, Sher? Why do you look so sour?" Nancy asked with concern as she

handed the glass of water to Sheryl.

"I don't want to talk about it, Nancy," Sheryl replied, looking upset. She found it hard to tell the kind

maid about what had happened to her. She decided not to tell her for the time being.

"Fine, I will not push you. But remember, you still have your two children here no matter what happens.

So, you must be strong for their sake, okay?" Nancy encouraged her.

She let out a sigh silently. Even though she was ignorant of what was going on with Sheryl, she NôvelDrama.Org owns all © content.

assumed that she was in big trouble judging by her expression and tone.

"I will. Thank you, Nancy," Sheryl said with a weak smile. Only she knew the depth of helplessness and

exhaustion behind her fake smile.

"Mommy!" Shirley called excitedly when she saw her mother. She ran towards her and asked, "Would

you like to play Barbie with me?"

"Sure, I'd love to! How could I refuse my baby girl's request?" Sheryl stooped down and pinched the

little girl's cheeks fondly. Facing her lovely kids, Sheryl chose to leave all the miserable things that had

happened tonight behind her.

"Yes! I love you, Mommy. Wait here. I will go get my Barbie doll!" Shirley exclaimed. With a bright smile,

she ran upstairs to get the toy from her bedroom.

"Slow down, honey. I am not going anywhere," Sheryl cried out, staring at the small figure.

Clark shook his head at his little sister with a resigned expression. He then turned to Sheryl and said

earnestly, "After you play with her for a while, please go to your room and get some rest."

"That's okay, Clark. I am not tired," Sher tried to assure her son.

"You adults are always acting this way. You look exhausted, but still insist that you are not. You don't

have to act so tough." Clark wasn't buying her story.

Sheryl was struck speechless. She knew that Clark could not be fooled; he was a smart kid.

While she was wondering how to respond, Clark continued, "I hope you haven't forgotten about our

parent-child activity in school, have you?"

Without his reminder, she would have forgotten all about it. After all, she had had a rough day.

"Of course, I remember. Dad and I will be there on time. Don't worry," Sheryl replied in a composed

manner.

"That's good. Don't forget," Clark urged. It seemed like he had perceived that his mother had lied to

him, but he didn't debunk her lie.

"Come on, honey, give me some credit," Sheryl said with a subtle smile.

At this point, Shirley flew down the stairs with her Barbie doll. "Mom, let's play!" she gushed.

"Okay!" Sheryl took the doll from her daughter and proposed, "Let's play house! What do you say?"

"Yes Mommy, I love it. You are the best!" Shirley exclaimed in joy, as she clasped her small hands

together.