The Apple of My Eye

Chapter 1796 Not Bad.

"Leila, hurry up. Pick one of them quickly, and let's go. It's getting late," Charles told Leila, his

expressions nonchalant, and his face dreary. Then he headed to the counter, not caring whether Leila

was following him or not.

Leila was just too happy to have Charles accompany her to be bothered by his attitude. As long as she

could be with him, she had nothing more to ask for.

"Charles, which one do you think is better? I like all of them. I can't really make up my mind," Leila

asked Charles indulgently. Her eyes were sparkling with love and joy, and her hands lingered on a few

cocktail dresses hanging on the clothing stands.

Charles lifted his head and shot a cold glance at Leila. He then looked at the salesgirl and gestured for

her to leave.

The salesgirl stared back at him with a bewildered look on her face. Her expression reminded Charles

that he was not at his company. And unlike David, the salesgirl was not able to get his hint.

Realizing his fault, Charles said to the salesgirl politely, "Can you give us a moment, please? We will

call you when we are done."

"Sure, Sir." The salesgirl gave Charles a cordial smile and walked away.

After she left, Charles looked at Leila from head to toe.

Leila could feel butterflies in her stomach. This was the first time Charles wanted to have a private

moment with her! He had asked the lady to leave them alone. Also, it was the first time that he had

stared at Leila like that. Her face turned crimson. She lowered her head and said in a soft voice,

"Charles, don't look at me like that. You're making me embarrassed."

Charles heaved a sigh. "Leila, I know that you are taking really good care of my mother, and that's why

I have come shopping with you and agreed to spend some time with you. I really want you to

understand that I am doing all this because of my mom. I hope you don't misunderstand me." Charles

felt it proper to explain his intentions clearly to Leila, as he didn't want Leila to think that he had fallen in

love with her. It was better to come clean than being ambiguous regarding relationships.

"Charles, what do you mean that you don't want me to misunderstand you? We've been through a

lot…" Leila's face became grim at hearing Charles. The excitement vanished from her voice, as well.

She looked at Charles sadly. Her eyes welled up immediately, and she tried her best to hold back her

tears.

Charles was taken aback by Leila's reaction. He didn't expect Leila would cry. He stopped talking

immediately.

"Charles, I know you don't love me, but I love you. Don't worry. I won't make things hard for you. I can

leave right now if you want me to," Tears streamed down Leila's face after she finished speaking. She

took a few steps ahead, and it seemed like she was ready to rush out of the shopping mall the very

next moment.

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There was no way that Charles could let Leila leave like this. It wasn't the time yet. What should he say

to Melissa if Leila left right now?

Leila stopped immediately after she heard Charles. She lowered her head and kept sobbing.

"Don't get me wrong. I am not asking you to leave. Just pick your clothes." Charles was rendered

speechless. Leila was such a burden to him.

"So, you don't want me to leave?" Leila asked Charles carefully, looking at him from the corner of her

eyes, which were still filled with tears.

"We can leave if you don't want to buy any dresses," Charles said in a flat voice with a stiff frown set on

his face. He didn't really care whether Leila bought a new dress. He was, however, trying to suppress

his anger. If Leila continued to bug him, he wouldn't even mind leaving. Even if it meant that it would

upset Melissa, Charles didn't care. He could not take it anymore.

"Fine, I will pick one quickly. Why are you so mad?" Leila smiled at Charles in an attempt to calm him

down.

Charles didn't utter another word. He beckoned for the salesgirl to come to them.

The salesgirl had been watching the two of them from afar. Although she was completely oblivious to

the words they had exchanged with each other, she could tell they weren't having a good time. So

when she returned to them, she became very careful.

"Ma'am, do you want any dresses? These are some of our latest arrivals." Then she showed and

recommended two dresses to Leila that she thought would best compliment her figure.

Leila looked at the dresses and then at Charles. But Charles was looking in the opposite direction. Leila

felt a little embarrassed to be ignored like that in front of the salesgirl. "Thank you. I will try both of

them," she said.

"Sure, the fitting room is this way. Let me help you get the dresses first," the salesgirl said as she

helped Leila take the dresses from the rack. She then accompanied Leila to the fitting room.

In the fitting room, as Leila looked at herself in the mirror, her smile disappeared. Charles' attitude

towards her, particularly, in the presence of the salesgirl had wrenched her heart. She was very upset

to see Charles acting like he was forced to come here. 'Is it so difficult to spend time with me, Charles?'

Leila thought, feeling utterly bitter.

Human beings were greedy by nature. The more they got, the more they yearned for. Earlier, Leila just

hoped that Charles could pay attention to her. Now that Charles did that, she wished Charles could fall

in love with her.

But Leila had forgotten one thing. Charles had taken her out, not because of her. Rather, the actual

reason behind his changed attitude was Melissa.

"Ma'am? Everything okay?" The salesgirl knocked on the door of the fitting room as Leila had spent

quite a long time inside.

"Just one sec," Leila answered, trying to swallow the lump in her throat. She quickly dressed and

walked out of the fitting room.

"Charles, what do you think?" Leila turned around in front of Charles, and asked him in an indulging

manner, hoping to get his compliment.

Charles was sitting on the sofa. He lifted his head to look at Leila as he heard her. Honestly, he really

didn't care what dress Leila was wearing. But still, he nodded at Leila and said indifferently, "Well, not

bad."

"Really? Let me try another one on, before we decide which one to buy," Leila said to Charles, grinning

from ear to ear. She rushed back to the fitting room, afraid that Charles would stop her from trying on

another one.

Charles' patience had reached its zenith by now. He just wanted to get it over with as soon as possible.

He had thought that if he gave his compliment for the dress, Leila would buy it, and they could leave

right away. He didn't expect Leila would try another one.

Staring at Leila as she walked back to the changing room, Charles could not help remembering Sheryl.

Sheryl was a confident woman. When she went shopping, she was always so prompt in picking out her

favorite clothes. She was not at all fussy and never even needed to try them out. It was so easy to go

shopping with her. Charles could not remember a single incident when he had gotten impatient or felt

hassled while shopping with Sheryl.

Thinking about Sheryl, Charles felt light for a moment, and then a shadow of gloom settled upon his

heart. However, Charles didn't get time to drown himself in sorrow, as Leila came out in her second

outfit.

The first outfit Leila had worn was grey, while the one she was wearing now was black. It was more

dignified than the first one.

Before Leila could open her mouth and ask Charles, he nodded at her, "Well, not bad."

Leila understood that she was wearing out Charles' patient since she got the same answer. So she

turned her head and asked the salesgirl, "What do you think?"

The salesgirl looked at Leila in surprise and smiled sincerely at her, saying, "Ma'am, both of them look

perfect on you. And all these designs are unique. Therefore, no one would wear the same dress as

you. What kind of banquet are you going to?"